Ch 8. High School Ritual: The MVP (SepSceneWriMo)

Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative.

After the evacuation, Chad surprisingly didn’t feel like going to practice. Normally he enjoyed a nice, long, hot shower with his teammates in the locker room to loosen up and relax, but it didn’t appeal to him that day. Neither did playing. He was a little frustrated because they missed the rest of the school day and there were exams at the end of the week. The most disturbing part of this? Chad had never cared about school in his entire life.

He told his friends he wasn’t feeling well and went straight home. Maybe inhaling all that smoke was what did it. He lay on his bed, tossing his football and catching it, but then he threw it to the side when he got dizzy—and then everything went dark.

Chad found himself in a dark corridor with bright lights at the end. He could hear what sounded like chanting. As he got closer, it turned out they really were chanting—they were chanting his name:

“Chad! Chad! Chad!”

He emerged into the lights of the most glorious football stadium he had ever seen. It gleamed like polished marble; the lights shone like stars; the Astroturf sparkled like emeralds. The stands, packed with fans, towered to the skies. They all cheered in ecstasy when he appeared on the field. He turned and waved to everyone and they cheered louder.

“Chad!” a smaller voice called him. He turned around to see Vanessa in the doorway of where he just came out of. She had never looked sexier and was holding up a shiny gold object. He went to her and took it. It was a trophy. Looking closely, he realized—why, it looked just like him, holding a football under one arm and raising his other fist in triumph.

“Gee, look at this!”

Vanessa snickered. “Yes, look.”

The stadium lights had dimmed and the skies above had turned black, with red, roiling clouds. The cheers turned into jeers and taunts, his trophy turned to rust.

“What’s going on?!”

Vanessa smirked. “What’s going on? What’s going on is you losing everything!”

Chad started running towards the tunnel he had entered through but the door was sealed. He pounded on it and screamed for help. Thunder sounded overheard. He looked at the sky and screamed “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”—just as a giant red A+ appeared and crashed down on him.

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