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I do not own anything, it belongs to RH.
Teachers Take Over Sleepyside
by Funshine
Trixie Belden, sixteen, shouldered her backpack. She had just gotten off her ‘shift’ at school.
The shifts were six a.m. to six p.m. and six p.m. to six a.m. Trixie had gotten the p.m. shift. She decidedly hated it. She was lucky enough to get Honey and Di in her shift though. Mart and Dan were on the night shift, too, but they were in different classes.
About a year ago, the teachers had taken over the town. The leader of the teachers was Mr. Carmson, Trixie’s dreaded social teacher. The first thing he had done as the new leader was have the principal and the vice-principal be the guards, so no one could escape the school. The next thing he had done, was buy dogs, lots of dogs to guard the entrances. Then he had changed the attendance into shifts. Trixie had no idea where this idea had come from, but she did not like it. Then he had gone about taking away weekends and only giving a few days for vacations, such as Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, New Years, etc.
The last thing that made Trixie mad was, if you were sick, you still had to go to school, and if you were late for the bus, the bus driver sent one of the guards to come in and get you. Even the parents had been rendered powerless against the teachers.
Trixie went straight into her house, and did her two hours’ worth of homework.
The next night Trixie boarded the school bus that would shuttle her and her friends to the school.
Trixie really needed to talk to Honey. The students were no longer able to use the phones, since the teachers were afraid they would be plotting against them. Even on the bus, though, Trixie could not clearly express her anger because they were all monitored closely. The girls were forced to talk in code.
“Honey, isn’t the weather beautiful?” Trixie asked. That meant "Are the plans still on for midnight?".
Honey smiled sweetly, “I do believe the weather is lovely, Trixie.” Which meant "Of course the plans are still on. I hope it works.".
Trixie smiled reassuringly.
Di jumped on the bus, then, she gave them a questioning glance.
Honey blinked twice. Yes.
As they passed the landscape, Trixie thought about everything that had changed. A lot had happened.
Trixie thought that Brian and Jim were lucky, they were away at college. No one had taken over there, yet. Brian could not even phone his family without it being bugged. He had just decided it was easier to stay away, and to drop a line every once in a while.
Trixie was jolted out of her thoughts by the bus pulling up outside the school. The kids hurried to their classes, anyone late would have sicced the dogs on them. At break time, Honey and Di quickly sat with Trixie. They pretended to get into a quick argument. “I do not have chapped lips, Honey Wheeler!” Di said. "Is anyone else coming?"
“Miss Lynch! Do not raise your voice! If you have chapped lips, the nurses carry lip balm!”
Mr. Sharp, the German teacher told Di.
Di gasped, offended, “Excuse me, sir, but I do not have chapped lips!”
Trixie and Honey tried to stifle a snigger. “Miss Belden! Miss Wheeler! You do not laugh at a fellow student’s misfortune!” Mr. Sharp said sharply.
Di huffed, “I do not have chapped lips!”
“That is it, Miss Lynch! If you take that tone with me one more time, you’ll get detention. And as for you two,” he said, looking at Trixie and Honey, “you shouldn’t laugh at other people’s misfortunes, it isn’t living above the line.” He walked away.
“Oh, if I hear ‘living above the line’ one more time, I’m going to beat that someone over the head with a baseball bat!” Trixie said only loud enough for Honey and Di to hear. The three girls dissolved into a fit of giggles.
The girls sighed as they again got up to go to class. Instead, though, there was an announcement made by the speaker that said that all students were to report to the main entrance immediately. They looked at each other, what was going on, and what if it ruined their plans?
“It has come to our attention that some of you students are planning things, I think it is time for a school field trip. Straight lines, no talking,” Mr. Carmson said.
The girls groaned, but obeyed.
As they were nearing the buses that would shuttle them to the town auditorium, where they would meet other kids who had the morning shift, Trixie saw a girl, whom she recognized as Ruthie, break away and start running. Trixie gasped as she saw what the guards did, they dropped down to the ground and grabbed stones! They were throwing the stones at her! Then the dogs came. Finally the guards went and grabbed her. They made her sit in the back of the bus, like the rest of the people who had tried to escape. Trixie and Honey, Di, Mart, Dan and Nick Roberts were sitting together.
Trixie whispered to them, “Do you think they know?”
“Nah, they couldn’t.” Mart decided.
“I hope not.”
Once they got to the auditorium they were told to sit down quietly and wait for Mr. Carmson to make his announcement.
“It has come to our attention,” he began, “that some of you are planning a break out. I must warn you, the penalty is to be the most supreme. I want you all to keep that in mind. Now, chop, chop, back to school with you.” He pointed to the kids who had to go back, and then he pointed to the others. Their parents were there to bring them home.
“Oh, yeah, he don’t have a clue,” Di said sarcastically.
“Don’t, Di?” Mart asked.
“Shush! I’m mad, okay? All our beautiful planning...” She moaned.
“Don’t worry, Di, we’ll do it,” Nick promised.
“Yeah,” Dan echoed.
Trixie looked gratefully at them. They couldn’t pull this off without their help.
“Okay, we’re still doing this,” Trixie said.
The others nodded in the affirmative and the word was passed along, carefully.
Once back at the school, the girls went to communications class. On their way there they passed Mrs. Olson, the special education substitute. Last year, she had subbed for Trixie’s math class and Trixie had actually had fun in math!
“There goes the only nice teacher,” Trixie whispered to Di and Honey. They nodded in agreement as they waved to the teacher.
“I still can’t believe you fell on her head while you were hanging up the decorations last fall.” Honey giggled.
“Don’t remind me! I couldn’t look at her for two days!” Trixie moaned.
The girls just giggled harder.
After communications, they had lunch. Trixie, going along with their plan, pretended she forgot to grab something from her locker. The teacher impatiently told Honey to wait for Trixie, as the teacher took the other kids to lunch. "Just like we’re three," Trixie had said once. Honey agreed.
The girls quickly opened Trixie’s locker and snuck into the bathroom. They waited until they knew the secretaries had gone, then they quietly snuck down to the band room.
There, they quietly rigged a tuba to blow out pebbles and hit the windows. The tuba would go off, and they would be in the cafeteria, leading everyone else out the front doors.
The girls smiled at Mrs. Crandell and showed her what Trixie had ‘forgot’, then they grabbed their lunch and sat with Di and the others. Soon there was a bang, followed by snaps and a shattering. The teachers in the cafeteria looked at each other, and then they issued a warning to students saying that they had to stay in their seats.
As soon as the last teacher left, Trixie slowly got out of her seat. Honey and she would be the first to go, although, Mart had put up a good fight. Honey followed Trixie quickly. Soon the girls were in front of the door. Honey pulled out her mirror as Trixie desperately tried to think of a way to get out. The lasers on the door were the one thing she had forgotten.
“Honey!” Trixie snapped. “This is definitely not the time to be doing your hair.”
“I wasn’t,” Honey defended after making sure her hair did look okay. “I was going to use the mirror as a deflector.”
“Oh, right. Sorry to have doubted you, Honey.”
“That’s okay. Now, let’s get going before they all come back.”
“Okay, here goes nothin’.” Trixie gingerly put the mirror in front of the laser. The laser deflected and hit the video camera which had been watching the girls.
“Great! Two birds with one stone,” Honey said happily.
Just then a warning bell went off.
“Crap,” Trixie said quietly. “Okay, Honey, time to run!” The girls took off out the door, the dogs barked and pulled against their chains.
They ran and ran, and ran. They ran all the way to the clubhouse. They hadn’t even looked behind to see if anyone else had gotten away. Even if no one else had, it was worth it. They had taken a step towards freedom.
Trixie Belden gasped as she sat up. She was in the clubhouse. It was dark out. Had it all been a dream or had the teachers really taken over the world? She stood to look at the table.
There were the remains of what looked like a party. A party for the celebration of breaking free or a celebration for Christmas? She looked at a book that was laying on the table. “When Teachers Take Over the World by Meva BroConnell,” Trixie read out loud. “Last time I try to talk Brian into reading a scary story. And I thought it was stupid!” She shrugged as she went back to take her place among her friends.
“Thank goodness,” she mumbled and fell asleep. Maybe this time she'd be dreaming about a redhead or maybe a dark-haired boy.
The End
Thank you to Amber for editing, and to Zap for posting my stories on the site.
Well okay, was that okay? I hope all of you aren’t mad for making that a dream. I had a dream like that once. I was terrified. ‘Cept in my dream there was a rebellion, a whole big huge war broke out. :-). As far as I know, ‘Teachers Take Over the World’ is not a real title. The name Meva BroConnell is a made up name, my friend and I used our names and put them together, we are aspiring authors. ‘Living Above The Line’ is a phrase that we are hearing everyday and every hour at school. I think they’re planning to take over the world. They are slowly brainwashing us. I have been threatening to hit someone over the head with a baseball bat....It is so annoying, which is why I refer to people I don’t like or people I would like to hit over the head with a baseball bat, because they are soooo annoying, as ‘Baseball Bat Boy/Girl’. The only nice teacher in the school, is Anne from the message board. Poor Anne had a student fall on top of her head and give her a concussion. Thankfully she is fine. :-) Well okay I think that’s all- oh wait! I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Random House, with the exception of the teachers. You can use them if you want, I have no claim to them.
See y’all around.
~Funshine