Hollow, Chp. 1 pt. 2 unfinished

I walked back into the classroom and stopped right in my tracks. Mr. Abner wasn’t in the room anymore. I did a three sixty of the room to see if there was another door for him to of gone out of. Than I remembered that it was a corner classroom. We were all the way at one end of the high school. The door I had come in from was the only way out, and I did not remember seeing him pass by me. I was the last one out.
I stood there for another minute or so confused. Could he of walked by when I was talking to Riley? I walked up to his desk and decided to wait for him to come back. No point in going anywhere else. I didn’t know what my next class was. I looked at the gold watch on my right wrist and looked at the time. The clock read nine twenty eight. My next was just starting. I decided to look for the schedule instead of wait. I checked the top of his desk. Not seeing it I sighed then instead of going through his desk I sat in Mr. Abners’ chair and again waited.
“Been waiting long for me Mr. Asher?” I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around. I jumped out of his chair, “No! Sorry, I just forgot to grab my schedule. Dean Kord said you would have it.” I said sort of red faced. I glanced behind him and was surprised by what I saw. There was a large oak door to the left of the black board. I knew for certain that it had not been there even five minutes before. “Ah, yes sorry I have right here.” He exclaimed reaching into his right pocket and extracting a piece of paper.
I took it, said thank you and then quickly exited the room. That was the second weirdest thing today. What was wrong with this school? That feeling I had before we moved here was back. Something was wrong. I could already feel the changes. I feeling was going through my whole body making every inch of me tingle. I walked through the hallways and made my way back to the entrance hall. I’ve got a good memory so I found it pretty quick. Standing at the top of some stairs I looked at the paper Mr. Abner had given me.
Sleeping Hollow course schedule
Lucan Nathaniel asher
“rusty”
Term 1
Myths, legends, and magic’s’ Professor malic abner
geometry madam Elizabeth chase
History Professor Mark Morne
Metal shop/mechanics Mr. Hephaestus

I stared at the sheet extremely confused. What the hell is with this place? How the hell did they know about my nick-name? I’ve only told one person, and what’s with these teachers’ names. These people have some of the weirdest names I have ever heard of. I gazed at the sheet for another minute bewildered, before finally starting towards my next class, which I still had no idea where that was at.
A creeping feeling ran through my body as I took each step down the stairs. Once at the bottom I was covered from head to toe with the feeling of dread. I stumbled around for what seemed like hours before I came to a door a large corridor with the words MADAME CHASE, Geometry. I stood there and looked at the door and the handle as if, if I touched it, it would of bit me. Turning the handle I pushed on the heavy wooden door and stepped into the classroom. Walking into the room from the door I stepped into the middle of Madame Chase lecturing the class. Everyone stopped and turned to me.
The door stood at the middle of the classroom so only those in the front had to turn to look at me. Each one of them went wide eyed at the look of me. Madame Chase glanced up from her large desk in the front than looked back down at a paper in front of her. “Since you are new here I will let your tardiness pass, but from here on it will not be tolerated.” Madam Chase exclaimed to her desk. “I’m sorry, I will remember that.” I said back. She kept quite and kept writing on her paper. I decided to find my own seat and sat down in an empty seat in a middle desk next to the giant windows on the right side of the room.
The room looked almost like Professor Abners. Shelves with hundreds of books lined the walls. The only light had come from the large windows next to me, but instead there were three doors in the room, instead of one in and out and a disappearing door. The other two doors in the room were in the front and the back, leaving huge gaps in the shelves. It had reminded me a lot like gaps in a child’s mouth after one tooth had fell out. (Don’t ask, those kind of weird things pop up in my mind all the time.) Madame Chase cleared her throat and than looked up at the class. “As I was saying before I was interrupted. This Friday an assembly will be held for the death of one of our own. As you know a few weeks ago Ray Charlotte was found murdered in the Hollowed Woods. The assembly will be held in his honor, and lead by his dear sister Riley.
I didn’t have to look into the mirror to know that my mouth was wide open almost to the point of unhinging and dropping to the floor. That really had explained that chicks weird behavior. “ Hey, dude, yo! Back to earth!” I looked over to the left to see who was talking. The guy sitting next to me was looking at me weird and was grinning from ear to ear. “Nice to have you back! Hey, names Ethen Day.” I expected him to stick his hand out like everyone else but instead he kept talking, rattling his head like a baby with a new rattle. “We’ve all been waiting for you to arrive. Even though this is a huge school the towns around it are really small so word traveled really fast that you were coming! I mean the son of the worlds most famous horror writer coming to our school! How cool is that?
“ Anyway we know all about you. The teachers held an assembly so we could get to know what you would be like when you arrived. Most of us already knew about you though cause of that special MTV had on the kids of REALLY famous celebrities.” Ok yeah it was the same way for all schools. A year ago MTV came to me asking if I would do an interview and if they could see my house and what my day was like. Instead of me being in a little five minute segment I got my own thirty minutes of fame when they made a special called The Horror Gods’ Son. As you can figure, I am well know. I again tuned in to Ethen ending another one of his little rants, “…and basically that’s the rules of Sleeping Hollow.” He stopped talking to take a breath and before he could start on another rant I held up my hand. He let out a bunch of air than finally calmed down.
“Ok, now lets start this off easy. You sound like a chick with to much to say and not enough time to say it. I barely understood a word you really said. You’re sort of creeping me out and you look like a maniac.” I finally finished. Ok I said I was great to get along with, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to speak my mind. I looked him over and thought he really did look like a lunatic. His hair was short and dirty blond but stuck in every which direction. His head was a chaos of hair and gel. He had a giant smile across his face almost cutting it in half and his electric blue eyes gleamed of light mischief and fun. If he cleaned himself a little