Randall's School Days

[RandallBoggs]

I was talking to Mirage about this and figured why not?
Since it IS Randall's past after all, I figured that I could put the Past Stories here.
For those who haven't seen it, and for those who can't remember it....enjoy, from both me and Ran ^_^

Past Story: Randall’s School Day’s
Chapter 1 My Home?
Oh Monstropolis....The end of yet another summer. Time just fly’s by don’t it? Ehh....anyhow....lets recap. The names Randall Boggs, but of course you all know....my name. A ruthless villain bent on being rich and famous. Well...let me tell you......does anyone know how life for me was in the past in my world was? Well....let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty as some might think. Let me first tell you where I am at the time.
Now....let me take you back to when I was about 12 (in human years). What would my real age be at the time? I don’t know, maybe those guys at Pixar will tell you about the Evil-At-Heart monster who was thought of to be a creation from the mind. But...enough of that. Let me take you back...
Ok. Summer is over, but school isn’t. Now...as I think someone has explained someway or another, I have no parents. So far I’ve lived in an “Orphan Home” I guess you could say. Now let me explain. In this place, there are about.....10 or so monster plus me living there. Now....every now and then, one monster leaves and another comes in, either by their original family that had been looking for them, or a family or friend willing to take them in. Me? Hmph...not even one signal family would take me in. A...Anyhow...this place has 2...uh...how can I explain this.....uh 2 “caretakers” I guess. I’ll tell about them later. Well....this orphan home was mine. Until I graduate school, I can’t leave here. Let me tell you...its tough. Let me take an example. The only thing I was able to eat was dinner for the day. Sometimes I would be so miserable from the day that I hate to take the leftovers...Ick. But Hey! I’m not dying before I get out of this dump! Anyhow....lets have a long...and I mean long...flashback...
*
During that summer, the one which my middle school day’s ended, there was nothing much I could do. I couldn’t go outside these wall’s....so I had to work with what I’ve got. I just stayed in my room, reading some books I found over the building, or study the past works in school I have done. I was a smart lizard. I had remembered many topics associated with school subjects.....some of which you humans probably wouldn’t understand. But why would I go out anyhow? I had been cursed through my life. No friends.....no family...no respect....and the common event of being bullied around.
Wait...that reminded me of something. I won’t explain the home yet, but let me tell you something. One night....I snuck down to the 1st floor and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Believe me....I would shriveled up if I didn’t get water. Anyhow, I turned on the faucet, which was a normal silver one in most homes, although its metal was sort of dusted and not clear. A second later, I heard voices. I wet over to a wall that was beside an opening that lead to the living room. I knew what voices they were. The female voice was Bellfree....Smacher Bellfree. Or as I like to call her, “Smacker Bell”. The male voice was Sigman Dilfert. Or rather “Discipline Dilfert”. Why nicknames? You’ll see.
I was thinking of just quickly getting back to my room, but then I heard my name in the conversation and listened closely. I heard a couple phases due to one voice overlapping the other. Ones like “Another home.....older....Randall...brother”. I stopped listening. I was confused. A brother? My...brother? Is it true? Do I have one?!
Sadly....I lost my trail of thought as Bellfree came into the kitchen and saw me. Bellfree was a stout monster. Large red leather skinned body, two arms with black claws that weren’t pointy, musty brown hair, and piercing blue eyes with a diamond socket. Having much experience with her, I started up to run, but she grabbed my tail and lifted me up. She shouted at me for being down here so late. She then carried me up the steps past the kitchen This lead to the second floor with rooms of the other “orphans”. She dragged me across the floor by my tail, on my stomach. She went to the far door, which was mine, and placed me on the floor and opened it. She put me halfway through, my head neck and top body in my room. I was about to get up, but she slammed the door into my stomach, making me yelp in pain. I was now pinned against the door and the wall of which the door shut upon. Then she starting kicking my tail, literally. She kept doing it as I asked her to stop. I know what your thinking....it hurt really bad didn’t it? Lets just say that’s what I get annually. Anyhow....after about a couple of minutes, she threw me into my bed and slammed the door and locked it. I laid there in my bed. My eyes were watered, but I wasn’t crying....I had to keep my dignity.
Ehh...ok then...now...back to the flashback.
It had been a week after that incident in the kitchen, which was still in the summer. I rested on my normal sized bed that had no covers on it at all. Now...looking at it from the center, let me explain. To the south was the wooden door that lead to the hall with the other rooms. Not much else. To the north you see not that much either. In the middle of the north wall was my bed, a simple bed that was like one from a bunk bed, just fitted with legs. To the left wall was a window closed by thin steel bars. To the left of my bed was a small desk without a chair. To the right was a shelf, with about three books on it. Shows you how many books are around this place.
Sometimes I peeked into the other rooms and saw that they had beds with sheets, windows with no bars, and better beds. Why wasn’t I respected the way they were!? Ehh...well...forget that for now...Well...anyhow. I was sleeping on my side with my mouth open, thinking. Now....I was dreaming. I was dreaming...of being with my family.....Sleeping in my nice warm bed at night, heading outside with my brother who stands beside me in every way. A mother who cared for me.....and a father that would be my hero. Having a good job.....being the best, having many friends and much respect.....oh.....too bad it was just a dream.
As I laid there I heard the door to my room unlock and open. It was Bellfree...
“Wake up you lizard!” she shouted at me. I cringed my teeth and my eyes, not wanting to come back to reality. I could then hear footsteps coming over, then stop. I sighed in relief, thinking she was gone. “....WAKE UP!” she yelled. With that, I burst awake, thinking I might have gone death. I was breathing heavily as I looked on her face.
“Get your tail out of bed and downstairs now!” She yelled at me. I gulped, hoping she wouldn’t hit me. I was thankful when she starred then went off and slammed the door. I was a little unsteady from the wake. I got up and sat on the side of the bed, my legs supporting me as I sat. I was about twelve in human years now. I was about maybe....one inch shorter. No lines under my eyes, but they were very tired. Sometimes I can hardly see things far away. Glasses? Hmph...I wont get started on getting things for myself. I wasn’t that much different actually.
Yep...just a normal wake up for me. I got up and went back to the bookcase. I stopped and saw my book bag on the floor near it. I grinned at it and picked in up and sat it on my bed. I swear I hated this. Every morning, a yell in the face to wake me up. Being as I was a nice guy, yes I was, I didn’t have my....tough qualities yet. So I couldn’t completely stand up for myself. Anyhow, after checking it, I placed the bag on. It was a simple brown bag. Honestly I think they got it for about 1 dollar. Now that I think about it....maybe less. I used my bottom hands to fix the two straps as I opened up the door and went into the hall.

[RandallBoggs]

*
To the left and right of me were brick wall’s with a couple room’s, which were the other monster’s rooms. I passed by them and got to the stairs. A couple came out and ran down the stairs, pushing me against the left wall. I didn’t mind, it was normal. Anyhow....now’s a good time to explain this place’s blueprint. Ok...this is from looking at it from the front side.
On the left side of the building, second floor, was our rooms. Mine was at the farthest left, away from everyone else, fine with me. Now, between the kitchen and our rooms were the stairs, which lead from the second to the bottom floor. Like I said, in the middle was the kitchen. Behind it was the living room, for the caretakers only. And at the upper right corner near the living room was an office that was always closed. The office held files on us, and it was the place where adoptions were held. I always wanted to sneak into that room, but Bellfree always had the office’s key on her side. I never dared to try and take it. And lastly, the exit door was to the far right of the kitchen.
I made my way down stairs and stopped at the end, seeing the others squabble over breakfast on the two wooden tables. Me? I never even got breakfast. I wasn’t prepared to squabble. Now, back then I didn’t have much experience with fighting. I didn’t have the skills. Its true. I wasn’t taught, besides.....I was always outnumbered.
I couldn’t leave for school yet through. If I did, Dilfert would switch to his nickname, and I don’t want to tell you what he does. I just waited. I could feel my mouth was dry. I figured it was probably because I had my mouth open and had the sun’s rays from the window shine into it. I went over to the sink, which was near the exit. I opened a cupboard slowly pulled out a complementary cup which was closely used by us all. I turned on the cold water from the sink, which was a normal silver sink, although its lost its shine. I took a gulp of the cold liquid and gargled it, and then swallowed it. Believe me, we didn’t get pure water out. I placed the cup beside the sink and looked out the window in front of me. This place was on the outskirts of the city, which I later got my job in. This place’s buildings were replaced by grass and a few trees. Well...actually this place isn’t far from the city, but hey....what do I know? I can’t get out of this place, even if I just wanted to take a look outside these walls for a while.
I continued to look, but I didn’t know that Bellfree was right behind me. I pulled myself back from the window, but then something grabbed my fronds. My head and neck was pulled back and was now looking at the ceiling. I used my hands to hold onto the counter as my pulled back face meet Bellfree’s.
“Well you slimy lizard, since you like spending time by the sink, I guess you can wash to dishes!” She shouted at me, making my eyes closed as she did it. I thought my neck would snap if she pulled me back even more. Thankfully, she let go, making me rub the area with my fronds with my top hands. Slimy!? Oh I wish I could have beat her then!
“Hey boys! Randall’s kind enough to take care of the dishes for you all!” I heard her say as I got up. I saw the others get up and come over, pushing me back as they placed the plates in the sink The last one pushed me onto the floor as he headed outside to the front of the building. I stood up with a growl at the last one that left, as he couldn’t hear me at the point. I could now see the sink filled with dirty dishes, more than they had used. I could then see Bellfree with a broom in her hand, looking at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking and I quickly turned on the waster and began scrubbing, seeing her sweeping, now paying mind to me.
I knew that if I didn’t, she would have pounded me with the broom again. I knew I was gonna be late somehow, or that something entirely bad would happen. I do that allot. I always think ahead of what’s gonna happen. I could see the others outside on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus, having some fights, as usual. Boy.....I wish I would have been taught to fight. Like I said, I can but I just can’t win. One of these days....I’ll show Bellfree, Dilfert, and those guys.......
As soon as I had finished I turned my head to see Bellfree gone. I washed my hands from the gunk I cleaned and dried them. I picked up my book bag and headed outside.
*
I followed the walk to where the road’s bus stop was. But I halted with a small gasp as I saw the bus had already arrived, picking up the last waiting passenger.
“What!?” I yelled as I ran over to the bus, seeing it starting. “Hey wait!” I said again. But the bus started off, making me run after it, following the sidewalk, but it went into full gear. I stopped, seeing the bus speed up, its passengers laughing at me as it went off.
“Err! Why do they do this!” I yelled, stomping my front left food on the pavement. I looked down in defeat with a sigh. Then I took a minute to finally look around this place once more, the wind passing through my fronds and the sin heating me. There was a concrete road that separated two parts of the area. The only real thing of interest was across the road from my prison. It was.....a...church. Now...Don’t ask me about church’s in my world, so don’t ask....but its important to me.....you’ll see.
I gave up and started to walk. If I tried to run, I’d knew Bellfree would think I’m running away and start to chase me down or call the law enforcement on me. Honestly you would think I would just vanish. Well....truthfully....I didn’t know how to turn invisible yet. I probably can, but I didn’t know I could. Lets just say I didn’t know I could, but I will learn, you’ll see...

[RandallBoggs]

*
After about a half an hour of dragging my feet, I got to school. I leaned my side against a nearby bench, lifting up my front legs and rubbed them with my bottom hands as I looked up at the school.
It was big alright. It had three sections I could see at the moment. The left housed two floors, the middle had three, and the right had two. It was white bricked with shinning window. And a flagpole with the school’s flag tied on with rope. Not much more I want to tell about the place’s description.
I stopped rubbing my feet, all four fine now, and saw no one around. Either I was early or something else. I walked over down the main walkway of cobblestones. I could see a fountain near the entrance door and stopped at it and looked around some more. I saw that in front of the right section of the school was a lunch area on top of a tall and large hill. It seemed to curve down into the section’s wall. I shook my head and went to the door. I placed my top left hand into the door’s handle. Suddenly, I could feel something tingling up my back. It was a skill that I seemed to develop for myself. I can sense fear up my back telling me to turn around. I didn’t want to. I could see two shadows appear onto the glass door. Even though it was glass I couldn’t see the figures completely. On was big and tall and the other was round and short. That’s when I heard a voice.
“Well, well....look at who it is” Came the familiar voice from behind me. I gulped down some fear and turned around. When I turned back I gasped and got my back, my tail to the side due to because I was standing on my bottom feet. In front of me were the two who had followed me ever since I was young, the two who did everything to make things worse for me.......James P. Sullivan! And Wazowski!
“Well if it isn’t Lizard Boy!” Wazowski said, the little popped out eyeball having a smirk on his face. I swear...If I was what I am a few years later, I would have punched that eye’s eye out! Lizard Boy was what every.....bully, called me! It all started with these two! I despised that name! But at the time, I couldn’t do anything.
“Will you two stop following me!?” I said, being as demanding as I could. Although my demand doesn’t work as good as most. Let me tell you a little something. Sullivan....was the muscle, physical attacker. A social guy with groups of friends. He respected them, but never me. Wazowski.....was the emotional attacker. Such as branding me with the name Lizard Boy, joking on about me not having friends, my kind, how I was below everyone else, especially them........It hurt. Luckily.....they didn’t know I had no parents. If Wazowski knew, I would be a further extension of a wreaked monster/ My body and feelings wouldn’t survive.
“Well Randall....seems like your gonna go to the same school as us!” Sullivan added, giving me a smirk I’d like to swat off. “Alright! Guess we wont be looking for a new monster then!” Wazowski said.....I couldn’t believe it! Ironic how they’re always around. I sighed in defeat once more, getting back onto my four feet and getting my tail in its right position. I decided to try and make peace.....yeah right.
“Guy’s listen....you think you could...ease up on the insults and pain? Please?” I asked. I am not a wimp in saying that! I just wanted to stop everything before it began. Wazowski then came over to my right side and turned to Sullivan, his small back behind him. He placed his left arm near my top left shoulder, as best he could the little creeton!
“Oh sure pal, we’ll letup” He said. I did a small gasp and my fronds shot straight up as I smiled. “Really!?” I said, thinking they finally turned around over the summer. “Yeah.....Sully, you don’t mind getting the door?” Wazowski said, making Sullivan come over and open the glass door, no one seeming to be inside. “Wow! Thanks.....You know...maybe this is the start of a new f.....” I began, walking in. I shouldn’t have been so careless. Sullivan stuck out his left leg, making me lose balance on my front feet. A knew I couldn’t fall yet, thank you body structure. But Wazowski pushed my back forward, making me fall and slide into the building.
My head was shaking and was a little dazed from hitting the floor. I was on my stomach, my body flat. I could barely see Sullivan pass by me laughing. Then I yelped in pain as someone stepped on the beginning of my tail. Then near my bottom legs, then my back, then onto my head. I yelped each time, but then saw Wazowski jump onto the floor in front of me. The little green ball of slime walked on me!
“Hey Lizard boy, you’d be good for stairs!” Wazowski told me at eye level as he got up and left, laughing. I growled when the two were gone. I slowly got up, pain everywhere, and brushed the dirt off my scales. I will never trust those two! I yelped in pain once more, everything stinging. Wazowski weighed allot! Probably from all those snack foods he eats!
My scales were aching. my feelings were hurt. This was not a good way to start a day.....but for me....it was. I swore to myself.....one day....one day.....these guy’s will push me too far! One day they are going to get what they disserve! Pain in the heart and body! And I’ll get what I wanted......I wondered....if I would be like this....for the rest of my life...

[tailmister]

Hmmm... did you notice any strange characters in there, espeically when you typed it's or something?

[RandallBoggs]

Huh?

[tailmister]

Well, when I read the story, somehow some of the letters end up weird. To me, the first sentence I'm seeing is...

Oh Monstropolis....The end of yet another summer. Time just fly’s by don’t it?

Anyway, I thought I might point that out. I can read the story just fine, I just thought you might need to see it.

[RandallBoggs]

Hey, he wrote it, complain to him ^_^

[tailmister]

oh...

[RandallBoggs]

Right....

[MelTSS]

I want to take a baseball bat or a heavy metal pole and BEAT THEM ALL FOR HURTING RANDALL!
*grabs her baseball bat* Grr!

Besides the pushing around of Randall *wants to hug him*, it's really....one of those stories that GRAB you and you can't stop reading...Can't wait to read more so I can beat them all WITH MY BASEBALL BAT AND WATCH THEM SQUIRM IN PAIN!!
*evil snicker*

[RandallBoggs]

Oh believe me....you'll gather allot of reasons to beat them up...

Well...it's sorta like Drama. Cause it IS Randall's life. It may not be adventurous, but it's his....

[RandallBoggs]

Now you learn about everyone else. Well....in Randall's words anyway heh ^_^

Chapter 2 A Day In The Life part 1
I didn’t feel that well as I picked myself up from the marble floor. I took my backpack into my bottom hands and used my tops set to rub the pain from my back and head, and turning partially for my tail. I swear....one day they’ll get what they’re doing to me.
Anyhow.....I looked around as I tried to remove the pain. The floor was marble. To the left was a door labeled “Front Office” with windows to show you what’s going on inside, no one in sight at the moment. I looked to my right to see two halls. There was also a hall beside the office. Ahead was a glass hall that led to either direction. All I could see was ahead, which was a fountain, a few benches and a garden, which was outside. Hmph....didn’t impress me. Above me was a simple white ceiling, to the left was a symbol of the school. “Monstropolis High School”. Not much of a name was it? It was a simple school, regular. Not much to see here.
I was about to find out where to go, but....where was everyone? I rubbed at my fronds thinking I was late for something, but someone had to be roaming the halls. I left my tail alone, the pain subsided, and took a peek through each hall. The one near the office was covered with artwork, some paint on the floor from “un-considered thinking”. Pictures of monsters on a blue background covered the halls. Yep, no reptile related monsters. I’m guessing this hall led to art-related classes. I backed off from it and headed to the other side and peeked in the hall closest to the entrance. Which led to a long hallway with no other hall’s. Lockers covering the sides of the hall’s and some classroom’s. Nope, not what I’m looking for.
I then went to the last hallway. I had enough vision to see Sullivan and Wazowski head down this hall. They were nowhere to be seen. It went on and on. But I figured those two knew where to go, seeing as they had forms that went to the parents. Mine? Bellfree took it. So I had no idea where to go.
I was thinking of checking into the office, but then my own sense figured out where they could possibly be going to......an assembly.
I fitted my book bag on again and brushed back my fronds. Office or Assembly. I tried not to get frustrated over such a petty choice. Being a reptile as I was, I tried not to get too stressed. It wrecks a monster like me. I hate making choices.
I shook my head to get rid of the thought. I carefully bit my lip, seeing as I had sharp teeth. Oh...I should use these sharp choppers one time.....someday. As I thought about it, my tail moved itself into a different position. Strangely enough, my tail reacts to what I’m thinking or feeling.....
In any case, I decided. The sooner I get to the assembly, the sooner I get to see what kind of monsters I would be with. I slowly trailed down the hall, making sure my tail didn’t swish, avoiding any chance of some joke to happen or a grab of pain. I then remembered something.
I stopped and ,using my top left hand, poked into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out a yellow sheet of and place it in my top ands. This is the form that had the classes I will take.
“Lets see” I whispered to myself.

STUDENT SCHEDULES
Name: BOGGS, RANDALL
I.D.: 88279102
Grade: 9

PD Term Title Teacher Room
1 1,2 Mon. History 1 Hazel, Melvin B-18
2 1,2 English 9 A Crawler, Rebecca A-1
3 1,2 Science 1 Simperton, Jessie C-6
4 1,2 Human Study 1 Riderson, Peter 221
1 3,4 Design Prod. Garcia, Jack 230
2 3,4 Math 9 A Knoepfel, Lisa 205
3 3,4 Monster Study Persse, Brian A-28
4 3,4 Gym Griffon, Chris C-24

Ok, some classes I bet aren’t familiar to you humans.
Mon. History is simple Monster History. Like in your world, only this his story is about us......or should I rather say...the other monsters. So far I haven’t heard any history about my ancestors or any reptiles. Its simple history, that’s all.
The human world one can be a hard class. But, I wanted to be a scarer, so I needed to learn as much about the human world as I possibly could, to prepare myself. The class mainly is about the human world. Its land, inhabitants, dangers, and everything else.
Monster Study. Its a kind of science class that is about...well...us. We explore and study ourselves, habits, genes, body functions, everything.
Anyway, I placed the sheet in my back pack side pocket and held the straps with my top hands and continued. I passed a couple classes, but none were needed to enter. I also saw the different lockers. I didn’t use one. Not after what happened last time. What happened? I’ll tell ya later.
I still walked slowly, but then stopped near a four-way inner section. Why?
One, I see a gym to the upper left of the inner section. I peered through one of the door’s window’s with my emerald eyes to catch that there were monsters inside. It was an assembly.
And two.....I was gonna get pummeled. I missed the assembly....but....
I heard the bell ring off, meaning everyone went to and exit. I wasn’t about to get run over. I could see the other monsters piling out of the gym, some heading straight for me. I knew how to get out of this.
I had at least one skill with me that I learned I had when I was young. I went over to a blank wall and, thanks to my cupped hands and feet, attached myself to it and scampered up, finding myself attached to the ceiling, with the crowd going below me. This was the only thing at the time that I had for defense.
I recalled the room numbers on my schedule. B-18. I had to get to the 2nd floor. I turned around and slinked down the hall to get to the one that had the staircase.
It wasn’t abnormal, or against school policy, for me to do this. Its allowed. Just like what those slug type monsters and flying types do. So, students didn’t wonder why I was on the ceiling as I passed over them. I wasn’t afraid at the time, Sullivan wasn’t tall enough hehehe. Heck, if I stood on my back two feet I would be taller than him, or at least the same height.
Anyhow, I got into the room with the exit and office. I went over the picture of this school’s founder, one of the things in the room I forgot to mention, then headed into the other hall. I saw most of the students coming into this hall were either placing things in their lockers or talking. Since of as I didn’t have any real friends, I didn’t need to waste time. No one was heading up the stairs yet, at least I probably won’t get run over.
As long as those at the orphanage, Sullivan, and Wazowski aren’t near me, I’m fine. Sighing in relief, I went into the stair case and then got off the ceiling, dropping my four feet down onto the “first floor” of the staircase. I turned and headed up. The steps were blue colored, painted over the summer probably, looked knew. I made sure to keep my hand on the guard rail as I quickly went up. I hated stairs allot. Having four feet and walking up stairs made for two footers was hard. That’s one reason why I didn’t want to work on a scare floor that was on one of the high floors of Monsters Inc. But I’m getting a little ahead.
I got to the second floor and turned a corner, heading into a hall. Same as the others, except there was a window at the end of the hall. I could see hardly anyone around. I suppose silence is on floor three right about now. Taking in the time I had, I slowly began down the hall, looking at the names of the doors. I let my tail freely swish to its normal rhythm, feeling safe at the point. “B-13.....B-15......B-17” I whispered, looking at the left doors. I stopped, making my tail stop as well. “Where the heck is....”I began, turning to my right. “Oh”. There was B-18. I took in a deep breath, knowing this is the start of another year.
“Please don’t let Sullivan be here, please don’t let Sullivan be here” I chanted. Hmph....like it helps? What can I say? I can’t be around him.
Taking in a deep breath again, I turned the knob and went in.

[RandallBoggs]

*
Inside was a normal looking class room. Desks in the middle, but unlike human one’s they had tail holes in the back. Having a tail is one of the most common things a monster would have. A desk in front of the first set, blackboard behind it. A map of our world was held above it. If want to know, just look about Celia in Monsters Inc. and you’ll know what it looks like.
I looked to my left, to notice the bookshelf. Another different thing was the Gerhible. A Gerhible was much like a gerble in your world, except it was black and had a gray diamond shaped patch on its forehead. It didn’t interest me. Noticing the teacher wasn’t in yet, I decided to take a look at the books we may be studying on. Before looking, I got back up to my normal height and went over to the farthest desk in the back. I placed my bag into the seat of the desk, then went back. I liked being away from a crowd....plus it also allows me not to get hit by spitballs. I went back over to the shelf and took a look.
“Monstropolis History”.....“Early History of Monstropolis”.....“War Study for Monstropolis”......“Scream Industry”.......“How to control your class”.
I laughed at the last one. “So true.....so true” I said to myself, shaking my head. I then stared at the “Scream Industry” book. As I decreed and hoped, I was to become a scarer......Top Scarer....of a scream power production company. I wasn’t that frightening to monsters yet.....but to kids....it would be a smash! I was gonna be the best! Just like Fangs McDonald! I looked up to that guy you could say. The monster with the scare record. I always wondered what he would say if someone broke his record......if I....broke the record. A reptile like me....it would be hard, but I will beat the record.
Speaking of Scareing, it reminded me. Last year, my English teacher had told us kids were toxic. I thought it was pathetic! Its not like humans are dangerous, but how can they be toxic if so many monsters have gotten touched by one or two human things. Then I remembered the C.D.A. I was told that they would decontaminate monsters if they came in contact with anything human. I stand by when I say they aren’t toxic. But then, nobody believes me. So if I get a job as a scarer, I had to be careful not to touch one. Why? Well......I don’t quite understand how it works, but they have “Child Detectors”. They scan ya, and if your caught your decontaminated.
We were told once what would happen if you got decontaminated. It was in “Intro to Monster Study” I had last year to prepare us for next year. I remembered how Sullivan gulped when he was told his fur would be shaved off and he would have to wait weeks before it comes back. As for me, they would hold me down and rip off the “infected” scales. Like shedding, but painful. You would feel an uncomfortable burn. I was lucky to never get “infected” through my career.....or rather what I went through.
I quit looking at the books when I heard the door opened. I stepped back to see who it was. It had to be Melvin Hazel.
Hazel was a tiger almost. Stood on two feet with three claws each, a fur body with a brown color and black spots. Two arms with five claws, small neck. Short things down his back that looked almost like my fronds but were pointed instead of curved at the end like mine. He had an oval face, hazel eyes covered by glasses, probably how he got his name. Not much else....except a book in his hand....yep...its Hazel. He was taller than me, that’s for sure.
“Uh...” was all I could say at the moment. “Your a student right?” he asked me, moving his head down as he looked at me. “Yeah” I said, shaking my head up and down. “Name?”. “Uh...Randall....Randall Boggs” I answered in a kind manner. What? I was like that. He opened hit mouth to say something else. I could swear he switched to a different topic as he opened the book in his hand. A piece of paper was in it. He used one of his claws to go down the list.
“Aha....there you are” he said, must’ve been the student list. He looked over me once again. “Strange...you seem a little young to be in this grade” he told me, circling to my left side. I had to admit, I skipped a grade. I was too intelligent at the time, so they promoted me to the next grade. It was either my intelligent nature, or that they just didn’t want me in their classes. I decided to go with a good saying.
“Intelligence of the young will carry them farther than others” I said. I looked to my right side, trying to think of what I just said. I didn’t get it. He seemed to get it. He placed his book on the side of his desk and went behind it and picked up some chalk. “Take any seat you want” he told me. I shrugged then went back to where my bag was.
I took it off and placed it by the side. I got onto the chair and let my tail slip through the hole in the back. I folded my back pair of legs up to my body and let my front pair hang over the front edge of the chair. It was uncomfortable I had to admit. I hate sitting. I usually sit with all four of my feet on the chair. It didn’t matter, either way I hated it.
Monstropolis History
I awaited eagerly for who was going to be in this class. Many are nervous for the first day, especially me. Lets see......
I finally heard voices. “(Its about time)” I thought with a smirk. I was fast I had to admit. I watched the door, waiting patiently. Yes, believe it or not there was a time when I could control my anger. I’m not that angry, shouting, impatient lizard I will soon become.
Anyhow, back to the door. Coming through the door was Smitty. Or rather....Eugene. Small for his age I had to admit. Smitty was a chump.....a geek. Acted polite in a way actually. I have nothing against him, but we don’t know each other that well. He was getting braces soon from his junk food eating.
Right next to him, as always, was Needlemen. Terrence Needlemen. Oh boy was he an idiot. Always talked to Smitty, letting his grade plummet. He always tried to pull a joke on someone, preferably me. The thing is, Needlemen wasn’t the one to cause physical or mental harm. He’d rather do practical jokes. Lucky for me, Needlemen always got it wrong. He still laughs and lies about how he gets me, but no one believes him.
Hehehe....sorry....had to laugh at that.
Next up was George Sanderson. George wasn’t a geek.....he was more of a....klutz.
“3......2.....1” I counted. As Sanderson entered, he tripped on the door’s rim and fell on one of the chairs. Me, Smitty, and Needlemen couldn’t help but laugh at the poor sap. I was thinking of helping him, but he got up himself. George wasn’t a prank setter, but did laugh at other monsters. But the times we laugh at him beat how many times he’s laughed at any of us!
Smitty and Needlemen took the middle front seats as Sanderson went at the top right desk, far in front of me.
Ricky came in next. Richard “Ricky” Plesuski. Your guy’s remember Ricky? Let me get you a clue about the mouth with teeth. Well...there’s you clue. Ricky and I didn’t know each other very well. He loved lunch. Don’t ask me how he eats, but I’m guessing they have to repair the tables where he eats. Ricky really hated being called Richard, one of his “anger pull’s” you could say. He’s ok. He came over and sat in the seat behind Anderson. Two desks in front of me. I kinda feel sorry for him. His long mouth went under his desk. Another monster came in and sat at the corner opposite of me. Not much about him except that he’s a good joker.
Luckey then came in. Harry Luckey. I knew him alright. One of Sullivan’s lackeys. I call him the “holder”. I bet you can guess. Those tentacles of his are strong! Maybe its because he takes weight lifting. He took the seat behind Smitty, who was making a riveting conversation with Needlemen.
“Same old....same old” I mumbled, my head in my top left hand as my right tapped on the desk. “Oh....” I said, lifting my head up and looking at the door, everyone did.
At the door was Percy....Percy Flint. You remember Flint? Sheri Flint? She was the recruit trainer at M.I. I think Sheri was currently training for Monsters Inc. Percy was her daughter. She was pretty much the same as her mom.....pushy. She pushes everyone around, including me. She’s smarty talking and slick. Much like I will be. She’s got a metal knuckle I swear. I remembered someone saying that her mom, later on when I get my job, punched a scare recruit. You get the idea. She took the seat beside Ricky, giving him a growl and making him hide his eyes under his desk.

[RandallBoggs]

Speaking of different students, you wouldn’t believe how many schools we have. Some are even larger than your seven floor malls. What? Just ask Ted how school for him was. Fun fact.
Anyhow, seemed like a small class, I kept my eye on the door through. My tail twitched with anticipation. I always get a feeling when something’s wrong.
My fronds shot straight up as we all looked at the door. Celia Mae. Yep....her. Let me tell ya, she was great. I just say that? What I meant was....she was the popular girl. Had the best school pictures, her own gang, editor of the school’s newspaper, and every boy wanted to ask her out. Let me tell ya, Percy hated Celia in all ways possible. Celia was catching the eye of every guy in the room, except me. I was just surprised she was here.
I had no obsession with girls what so ever. I don’t know....I guess you could say I had no intention of a relationship, marriage, and offspring. I just thought I’d never get the chance. She came over and sat in the seat diagonal of Luckey. Boy....was Percy stuck up.
Huh? Wazowski? Oh yeah. Wazowski and Celia haven’t met yet. Guess he was too busy with me. You’ll see what happens between these two.......
So far....so good....except. I crossed all four sets of fingers, you get the point. Some luck. Coming through the door next was Sullivan. Now. Here’s something that’s on all your minds. How did this joke setting, pain sending, name branding throw rug turn into that pathetic goody two shoes? Let me tell ya.
Sullivan was a bully to me. The big one. He hates me. In the many years, he does tricks and jokes on me, pain as well. But he slowly changes from the bully to the good guy. Emphasis on slowly. When he became a scarer, he wanted to make peace with me. Oh sure...make piece with a guy who hurt me in many ways and branded me with “lizard boy” for years. Yeah right! That day of the incident that will come, he was no longer the good guy. That.....that was the Sullivan that hated me. The one that banished me wasn’t the good guy at all! He was my tormentor. After all he’s done to me, and banishing me, you think I’ll forgive him!
...Sorry....blew out there. Long story short, Sullivan slowly changes.
I was shocked. If Wazowski was with him, luckily he wasn’t, I may have a heart attack. Almost had one when I was a scarer I think. You all saw it. Anyhow....
My fronds were on end, eyes widened, and my tail wrapped around the nearest of the chair’s legs.
Now. I’m not afraid of Sullivan.....I was afraid of what he’s capable of doing, the physical him.
“(Will he just!....Ehh....fine....I guess I have to deal with him)” I thought, letting out a sigh as I placed my face in my top hands.
I looked back up to see him sit in the chair right beside me. I made sure he didn’t try anything. He seemed to not care about me for the moment. Some other girls and guys came in. The class was small, surprised me a bit.
Don’t worry, this ain’t one of those story’s where you get bored from the teachers dragging on. Soon enough, when everyone got seated, the bell rang. Unlike your school’s, ours didn’t have a pledge. Guess it was something that the school board haven’t figured out yet. I hear they’re close to getting one. The teacher told his name, the class. You know....the blah, blah, blah. Welcome to this class, I’m blah, blah, blah. You be learning blah, blah, blah.
We all sighed at one point or another. We all didn’t like school. Except Celia. I was still uncomfortable, being next to Sullivan. I peered over to take a look at him. The rug was busy nodding his head. I decided not to worry about him, letting my tail come off the chair leg and lay comfortably on the floor. After awhile of the blahs, the teacher talked about himself. I was a little interested. Then he started to get something from his desk. Handouts no doubt. To me, there was no point to getting them. It hurt me to read “Parent signature”. I don’t have to explain. I peered over once more to see Sullivan turn to talk to someone at his left.
I cringed my teeth so I wouldn’t shout. Sullivan had his right foot right on my tail. I moved my feet and held my desk. Why didn’t I yell or anything? Well...they would say it was an accident and I would make a fool of myself and Sullivan would pound me if I blamed him for something he really did. Besides, Hazel noticed. I was fluttering my feet in my desk from the pain.
“Randall? Do you have to use the rest room?” Hazel asked me. I un-cringed my teeth, not wanting to yell. Some sweat was on my face, not much to see through. “No....” I answered slowly and shaky. He turned back to his desk. At that, Sullivan released my tail. I quickly drew it back. I sighed in relief. I know he did that on purpose! I didn’t want to hold a grudge, I just growled at a low tone.
The class went on and on. Sullivan was surprisingly ignoring me. He must be scheming. Ricky was still hiding from Percy, looking as best he could at the teacher. Percy was too busy glaring at Celia. Smitty and Needlemen were still looking straight. Anderson was soon falling asleep. I wouldn’t blame him. Luckey was doodling on his paper, bored out of his mind. Celia was paying attention, as always. I was busy checking my classes. Science was new to me. Haven’t tooken it in a long time. Maybe I could make something that would turn a rug into a richardroach. I had to chuckle. Me as a mad scientist....nah.
Time ticked away and soon period 2 would start. After a long talk, getting pass outs, then finishing different forms. Finally the bell rang.
I decided to go last as everyone started to get out. I held the door open for everyone, not thanks mind you. Celia smiled as she went past me through, I think it wasn’t for me. I could’ve sworn Sullivan shot a glare at me.
“Your welcome” I whispered in a sarcastic tone, heading out.

[RandallBoggs]

Little more for everyone ^_^

Chapter 4 The Next Class

As soon as I got out, I had to perch my back against the wall. The hall was filled with so many students. Being of many sizes of course, there were really long and big ones stalking around. I didn’t want to end up in the mess, so I got my self on the wall and up onto the ceiling.

“(Jeez can they just build more schools or something!?)” I thought as I tried to remember where I was going now. “(Uh...English....A-1)” I remembered. I forgot to note I took a peek at the school’s map when I was in the main hall. Remembering what it said, I had to get to the third floor.

I took off as fast as I could. Couldn’t be late now could I? Anyway, I took to the stair case I used and took flight. I noticed no one was coming yet. They were more concerned about talking with other people or using pranks or something else like that. Having no interest, I continued. I stopped at the door and pushed it open with my hand. Bouncing my right limbs and tail on the door, I got through. Taking a look around, I could only find two or three monsters around. I got my feet onto the floor and fixed my pack, making sure nothing was open. I took a moment, then slowly began walking.

I took a look to find which class was mine. “(Why do they even have letters?)” I thought, thinking of how the school board does things like that. “Here we go”. I found it. I took in yet another breath. Two out of five that Sullivan will not be in here. I was about to go....that is before...

“Ow!” I grunted, feeling someone grab my tail. “Well if it isn’t Lizard Boy”. I thought at first that it was either Sullivan or Wazowski, but then again they don’t sound female, which would be kind of funny heh heh.

I looked behind me to see Percy. I gulped, hoping I didn’t do anything to make her....unnatural. She kept a hold of my tail, not wanting me to move I guess.

“Uh....hi Percy.....” I shuddered. “Don’t you hi me!” she said, waving her other fist in my face. She yanked my tail, making me yelp a bit. She let go and moved in front of me. I gritted my teeth to forget the pain.

“Eh...Ow....” I mumbled. Percy, like always, mistaken that I said something about her. She grabbed the strap of my book bag and pulled the front of my body near her face. I could only smile, hesitatingly.

“You say sometin!?” she said, raising that lucky fist or hers. Now, if I was what I was in the movie, I would’ve given her a good double right hook. But all I could do then was....

“Uh no Percy....I...I wouldn’t..” I said, hesitatingly. Believe me. You couldn’t help but be like that around her. She once got Waxford a good five-eye punch, he was out of school for five days, one for each of his eyes. Been afraid every since of her, especially his mom. Why do you think he didn’t want to be a scarer? He didn’t want to go through her mom. Sheeesh.

“Listen you sack of scales, I want you to do something for me....” she said. I was surprised. She never asked me to do something for her. Maybe I would get something out of this. “Uh.....I’m listening...” I said. “Lunch is up after this, and I want to give Celia a good makeover....all you have to do is....distract her....” Percy said. I know she didn’t mean that literally. If I didn’t do that, I would find my eyes in my mouth. So I had to. “O...Ok...” I said. I really didn’t have anything against Celia. Plus....it wouldn’t hurt if Percy did everything....would it?

“Well good......You do this and I might think of letting you off this year...” she said in a scratchy voice. I swear she eats ruffled chips everyday. Just like Wazowski. “Uh.....thanks” I said. She took a moment before letting my strap go. Taking a moment, she took the handle of the door and opened it. Not knowing how the door opened.....I knew now. The door hit me right in the face, making my fronds also hit the glass. Percy hardly noticed me as she closed the door. I was glad I didn’t have a nose, it would be broke right about now.

Having not expecting it, I could stand. I fell to the floor on my stomach, my fronds falling onto my eyes. “There has to be a better way to negotiate...” I mumbled.

I got up, a little shaken, and opened the door. In side, I could see Percy talking to the teacher. Must be telling her that she’s on the class list. I could then see someone was already in the room. I couldn’t help but....try...to grin. It was Jaime Waxford. He seemed concentrated on his book he had on the desk. Well actually, Waxford was reading one of his many comic books. He always hid them in the books we were issued. Now, many of you might not know this, but Waxford DOES have a mouth. Its just about his tentacles. It always made me wonder if Waxford had a Trent for a grandfather or something.

Anyhow, about him. Waxford was a coward. I was braver than him for sure. He just was plain scared of Percy. He had eye problems, like me, but worse. That’s why he chooses to stay at the front. Me and him got along alright. Not friends, just acquaintances.

Percy finished and walked by Waxford. “Hey Wax face” she said as she passed him. Waxford sprang to attention and hid his eyes under the table. Percy musta thought he learned his lesson, she moved to the back row and sat in the seat way behind Waxford. I shook my head at the sight, also trying to straighten my head. I walked in, seeing Waxford still hiding and Percy looking through her bag.

I got a good look at Rebecca. She had no legs, nor no arms. Wonder why? Rebecca was a Beholder. No, its not a monster that is forced to be holding something, heh heh....get it? Ok....

Anyhow, a beholder was a monster that looked like a floating eye. The whole front side of her was a purple colored eye. Her back was almost like a mold like color, with spines. Around her sides were twelve other eyes, almost like Waxford’s. One, with its tentacle wrapped around it, was writing on the board with chalk. She was indeed floating in mid-air. It was easy to see why she got this job. Beholders were GREAT at listening and seeing. I’ll learned a little about them last year. They could spot someone moving in the distance that no one else could even find. It would be easy for her to find someone to get in trouble.

I slowed my pace. Having suction cupped feet as well, I guess she couldn’t hear me. “U....” I started. She spun around and had her eye to me and came right up to me. Apparently she did have a mouth just below her eye.

“What? You another student or what?” she asked. Jeez, must be related to Percy or something. Sheeesh. “Uh yeah I am...Ra....” I began again. “Did I ask your name?” she asked, seeming frustrated. “Uh no but I assumed that...” I began....again. “Assumed what? That you thought I was gonna ask your name?” she asked. Boy, she loved asking questions. I just kept quiet. She reached over, with one of her eyes, and took in a clipboard on her desk, placing it in front of her eye, holding it with the other.

“Name” she said. “But I was just going to tell you th...”. Can’t I just finish one sentence!? “Name I said” she called. “Randall Boggs.....” I said, sighing in relief that she let me finished. “Oh good....another victim of my class” she said, placing a smile on her face. “You cause trouble boy?” she asked me. “Uh...no...” I replied. “Well I’ll be the judge of that....can’t trust everyone...even if you look like a good kid” she told me. I wanted to smirk, but decided not to. “Take your seat, and if I were you....” she began, placing and eye behind my back. “I would stay away from that student....”. Her eyes looked over at Waxford.