...Just then the chalkboard turned orange as his english teacher exploded and his classmates disintergrated. Sparky, the class hamster began spontaneously combusting. The screaming ball of furr and fire rocketed out of its cage and thru the window to land in the middle of a pile of freshly raked leaves which burst into flame and began spreading across the school yard consuming everything in its wake. Hapless rakes and janitors alike were toasted by the awesome heat. Sam just sat staring out the window in amazement as Mr. Vanzeld, who he had allways believed to be a pedophile, cooked in his own skin. His eyes bubbled and burst, and the liquids started to run down his burned, scarred face. Sam turned away to look back at the remains of his english class. "Ha! Got what you deserved you sheep fucking bastards!!" he yelled, laughing.

Suddenly the over-head projector grew eyestalks and a mouth, which roared. The chalkboard began to laugh hysterically as the sun turned blue with orange spots and green stripes. The effect created a heliotropic kaleidoscope which filled the room with all sorts of colours. As Sam stared tranfixed at colours and shapes on the walls and ceiling, he failed to notice that it had started raining popples. Sam was suddenly hit in the head by an irate popple. "AAAaaaHhhHhHh!!! What the...?" he said, and turned around to see: popples everywhere, a broken upside-down overhead, and the laughing orange chalkboard. The popples had stopped falling out of Nowhere, but now covered most of the room. And ALL of them were singing "lalala" and bouncing about merrily. One of them turned on the tv at full volume. Telletubbies were on!!!

"AAARRrrRRGGHHH!!!" Sam screamed, "NO! NO! NOOOOO!!! die..Die! DIE! DEATH! DEATH! DIE! KILL YOU FUCKERS!!...GRRRR.....DIE!!!!" With that, Sam picked up a popple and flung it at the blaring tv. The screeching fuzzball hit the screen with a sickening "thwap" and slid down, leaving a streak of thick red blood behind it. Sam laughed and began happily kicking popples around. Then, he stomped on several of the annoying little miscreants and even picked up a desk and threw it about four feet to splatter a dozen popples. Still, the bouncy little furballs-with-antennas came along singing happily to the show. Sam growled and threw a five-pound weight at the tv. The screen shattered and glass and sparks showered the room.. Unfortunately, this hardly fazed the popples. It only made them even more determined to make him "get happy". "AAGGGHH!!" he wailed as a wave of popples crashed over him singing "happylalalabehappylalala." "NOOOOOO!!! Ack! NO!!" he cried. "beee happy..be happy..be...happy.." they chanted. Suddenly they fell to the floor and began to violently convulse and screech. Simultaneously, they all began to grow large sharp claws and many rows of razor sharp teeth and their horrid screeching grew louder.. All of the popples turned and stared at him thru glowing red eyes. "....Or die." they continued, "Die the death of one thousand and forty-seven plagues of despair and demensia.. You will rot in both mind and body as we torture you and feast upon your beautiful suffering.. MUAHHAHAHAPPY!! HAPPY! Kill! KILL!! Happy! Happy!! Eat..Now! Kill! Death! Die! Destroy! Desecrate! Mutilate! Terrorize! BURN! HURT! FOOD! BLOOD, SoRRoW, AGONY, MISERY,....HAPPY!" The Popples loomed over him repeating their evil chant. Sam thought of something. Grinning evilly, he shoved the mess of squirming popples off and away from him. He jumped up and ran to the teacher's desk and grabbed a gallon of gasoline. He began to wonder *why* it was there, but only shook his head because there wasn't time...

He dumped the gasoline all over the insipid popples, still grinning, and took out his Zippo lighter. Smiling at the bright red anarchy sign on it, he looked at the popples. The popples, uncomprehending, went about their stupid ways and began tearing the class apart and devouring everything in it. Sam shrugged and poured more gasoline over everything and made a small trail of it leading just out the door. He grabbed his stuff, ran out of the door, and lit the gas trail. He slammed the door shut and smiled again, then frowned as the bell rang. "Dammit, i don't even get to see the fun!" he whined. Sam sighed and began slowly walking down the hall. He heard the once laughing chalkboard, and the popples as well, screaming in pain. Sam laughed, and ran off to second period.

--- By Shade

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