Revenge

Nightmare continued to wipe out the writing until she got bored and simply took out certain letters, leaving some to form sentences.
This teacher is a nutcase
*rude words*

The teacher stared at the marker, wide-eyed, and then at the board. The students all burst out laughing. Even Alex surprised himself doing so. Mr. Termator was very shocked and surprised. He took the wiper, and wiped out the letters hastily, but then, his back pocket got caught in one of the corners of a metal platform just under the board, and as he pulled on it, the pants ripped. The laughter just augmented. mr. Termator then hid it, pressing himself against the wall, just making the laughter harder. Alex wiped a few tears, and continued laughing. Quentin just burst out laughing. The laughter then died down when a teacher came into the classroom. "Do you have a marker?" the female teacher asked. Mr. Termator didn't know what to say. The other teacher just widened her eyes. Mr. Termator took one marker, with a shakign hand, and handed it over to the other teacher. The teacher then asked, "Mister, what's wrong? You seem all... Tensed."
The kids then puffed with laughter. Quenting blurted out. "Well, it's just that Mr. termator ripped his pants open." Mr. Termator glared at Quentin with wide eyes, but didn't speak.

Nightmare was also laughing, a light tone that drifted across the classroom. Then she remarked that the female teacher was wearing a skirt. Another glint of an evil smile glanced across her face as she flapped her wings a couple of times, creating a short burst of wind in her direction.

This is going to become complete chaos, Alex thought, still laughing. Then he noticed the wind blown by Nightmare's wings. Oh God, not that, he thought, a slight strain in his back. That's Mrs. Dublesnouzle, the main teacher! The wind drifted through the class. Mrs. Dublesnouzle was still looking at Mr. Termator with a weird, bug-eyed look. The wind then carried up, and the teacher's skirt lifted up, showing pink underwear. Mrs. Dublesnouzle blushed, and pushed the skirt down. Luckily, we have one window open, Alex thought. It'll be able to justify the event. The students in the class burst out laughing. Even Quentin. Alex stayed silent, but bursting out within his mind. After a few moments, the teacher then blurted out. "How do you dare!" Everybody fell silent. "Down to the main, now!" she ordered. Everybody stood silent for a while, until one student stood up, and began preparing his bag. Others joined, then the whole class was preparing their bag. Alex looked at Nightmare. Can't blame her, she couldn't know.

Nightmare laughed along with the rest of the class, but then stopped. She hadn't wanted to get Alex into trouble, but it looked like she had. She folded her wings behind her back again, following the class out into the corridor.

Alex left the last of the class, closing the door, then following the rest of the class silently. Quentin was chatting with other students. Alex then walked near Nightmare. "Don't worry," he whispered, "We always get in trouble like this, but," he continued, "Consider yourself lucky one window was opened." He laughed quietly to himself. "But that was a great show. And, anyways, I didn't do my math homework for today. I was working on it in the tram earlier. Thanks," he said, with a smile, but still very quietly, so that no one would surprise him.
"Keep on following!" the female teacher yelled at him. He fastened his pace slightly.

- Got to walk the dogs, I'll be back in about an hour. I'll reply then."

--Kay, see ya then.--

Nightmare, for once, smiled back. Hanging out with the living kid was turning out to be more fun than she thought. However, she still wished that other people could see her. Being dead was a very lonely business.
"Thanks," She said to Alex, knowing that the others couldn't hear.

Alex looked up straight. They arrived at the main. The teacher led the way in, and all the students followed. Mrs. Dublesnouzle had a very good reputation with control over students. You didn't do what she asked, you're dead. You do something incorrectly with her, you're dead. You get her as a teacher, you're dead. You get her as a main teacher, you're dead, incinerated, and then your ashes shall be thrown upon the neighbours' dogs. It was almost the same thing for Mr. Termator, except you had to replace the 'dead's with the 'maul's. And Mr. Termator was more patient with the students. Alex walked into the main, and sat onto one out of the hundreds of chairs there were. Each class student was seperated by at least two chairs sideways, and the students weren't allowed to sit behind people's backs.
"So," Mrs. Dublesnouzle began, "You'll be taking a test for punishment." A few groans were heard in the room. The teacher handed out papers to each student, who began reading it. One student raised her hand. "Mrs. Doubleschnouzer," she asked. It was very hard to pronounce Mrs. Dublesnouzle. Hopefully, Mrs. Dublesnouzle didn't hear correctly, and that was good for the student. "Yes?" she answered, still handing out papers.
"What does the fourth word on question 2 A mean?" the student asked.
"Justify," the teacher answered, looking at the sheet for a few moments, then finishing to give students copies. "You may commence," she said, backing away, then leaving a pawn to do the watch guard, while she went back into her class.
Alex gave a deep sigh. The test was on math, of course, which he hadn't revised since 1 week. And they had 3 math classes each week. Dadadada... Ooh, I know that one... Alex started to write on the paper, because it seemed that the teacher had given free space to write. Alex's handwriting was very good, and you could fully decipher what he wrote.

Nightmare trailed after the class, walking alongside Alex. She flexed her cramped wings a couple of times, careful not to cause a breeze in her actions. She sat next to him, looking over his shoulder at the paper. She could barely remember the maths lessons she had taken years ago, and this stuff seemed far too advanced for her.

Alex drotted down the answers he already knew, but then got stuck on the other questions. He repeated them inside his head, then sighed. He looked around in the room. It seems that also a lot more students were stuck. He rolled his eyes, then began working again, picking the tip of his stylus so that it would work. He then got an idea, and drotted down that, as an answer to a question. He then saw that it was false, as he reread the sentence that explained the question. He crossed it out, and sighed. He looked at his watch. 35 from. I better get a move.

Nightmare gave up trying to answer the questions on the paper. She used her fingers to rearrange some of the feathers on her wings, being careful not to cause a breeze that would get them into even more trouble. The Angel sighed, closing her eyes briefly. She wasn't tired. The dead didn't need to sleep, but she was frustrated, frustrated with being dead and the fact that only one living person could actually see her.

Alex looked up, glancing at the teacher. He saw a very, very young girl, about the age of 8, standing right next to the pawn. The pawn didn't notice the girl, and even walked through the girl, making her face seem even sadder. Alex lifted his eyebrows. A dead girl, here? That's the fifth time this month. And she isn't recognizable. Lots of people must be dead here. I wonder why nobody tells us. I can't tell anybody, or else I would be treated as freak again. But she's too young to be in this school. I wonder what happened...
Alex continued with his work. The girl floated to Nightmare, showing that she didn't have any legs, which Alex didn't notice, and he still didn't, because he was still concentrated on his work. She didn't speak to Nightmare. She just looked up at her, with big eyes.

Nightmare looked at the girl, sensing the deep sorrow of her seemingly endless eyes. The dead Angel tilted her head to one side, asking a silent question. The question that most ghosts asked each other when they could. How did you die?

The girl's face drooped, and her bluish hair, surrounded by a slight white halo, dropped onto her face, hiding any features on it. Her white clothing sweeped slightly, before stopping completely. Car accident, just outside this building, she said. That's why I have... No legs.

Nightmare gently envelopped the girl in her arms, trying to comfort the little girl. Despite her absolute hatred towards all (bar one) humans, the dead were a different matter. They reminded her of her family somehow. The girl, like that little girl that sat at the back of the class, not speaking, the one that didn't know how to fly.

The small female sobbed quietly, hugging Nightmare back. Alex, hearing the soft tears, turned his head slowly, seeing Nightmare and the girl. Then he saw that the girl had no legs. Ghosts don't have lost limbs for no reason. This girl must have gotten ehr legs ripped off before she died. He felt sorry inside. He continued his test, finishing it, and began rereading it.

Nightmare rocked the child back and forth, like she used to do with the little angels who fell before they knew how to fly. A thought struck her, and she took the girl securely in her arms. Walking out into the deserted courtyard, Nightmare made sure that she held the girl firmly but gently in her arms before unfurling her wings, wanting to give the girl a taste of the freedom of real flight.

The girl opened her gleaming eyes wide as Nightmare picked her up, but then she felt comforted as she was in the courtyard. The young spirit looked up at Nightmare questioningly, not really knowing what to say, or to do, at the precise moment. Nightmare must've brought her here for a reason, and she was waiting that reason, calmly, patiently.

Nightmare smiled comfortingly at the girl before taking flight, one leg flexed upwards, the other stretched downwards. Her feathered wings sliced through the air, gaining altitude. She made sure that the girl was secure in her arms once more, giving a half smile.

The girl widened her eyes in shock, as the two lifted up. She curled up into a small ball, a reflex one had when they were human, even before. Then, she slowly untightened the grip on herself, but didn't look down, but looking at the buildings fall down upon them. She smiled, and laughed gently.

Nightmare slowly twirled in the air a couple of times before slowly starting the descent towards solid ground again. She remembered doing this with the young angels that couldn't fly because they weren't developed enough in the wing department, but they loved the feeling of being in the air.

The girl smiled at Nightmare, then jumped off her grip, landing on the ground with non apparent feet. She looked up at Nightmare, her smile just getting larger. "Thank you," she said, sweetly, closing her eyes. She put her two hands together, clasping them in front of her chest, her still smiling, her eyes still closed.

"Welcome," Nightmare said, folding her wings behind her back again, smiling down at the little girl. "Every fledgling deserves the chance to fly."
The dead Angel sighed silently to herself, wondering, for the hundreth time, what death actually was when children were doomed to walk the Earth after their time.