Cann school 2 by warlady21

First person. Not me. One day I WILL write another non can story. Just not now. Oh. Violence, people eating. Been warn. ~~~~

Whew In my new school for my Senior year. Safe from my old school. Nothing like a near death experience to make you wake up and realize just how good life is.

Oh. I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess you want to know what happened, huh?

Lets start with names. My Name is Samantha Victoria Adams. Sam for short. I just turned 17 last May, and I was nearly cooked at my old school.

Needless to say there are pro cannibal laws around here. And a few high schools adopted it. Anyone who gets two or more classes that are less than C+ get eaten at the graduation ceremony. Unless they were special needs or had serious medical problems.

Sadly, that wasn’t the case for me.

I suck at science. I always had. I was great in math, History, you name it, I could do it. But something about science always made me do poorly. And when the school passed that rule, that just made it worse. I just BARELY kept it at a C+ all the time.

I wanted to transfer to another school, but I didn’t have enough credits to do so yet. I was taking six classes, and I would need to do better than a C+ in five of them to be able to transfer. I thought I was safe, until I entered chemistry.

Oh that was BAD. Someone screwed up and said I should be taken both science and Chemistry, and we all know those two are pretty close. I’m bad at science, but WORSE at chemistry. Hell, they had to rebuild the science lab at the middle school after I took that class!

So I went into it. Couldn’t change it. My parents could not change it. I had to do my best not to fail is all.

Holy shit that was harder than it sounded.

I failed my first three tests in both classes, and just barely did the homework right. After my first semester, I saw that I got a D in both of those classes.

I was in trouble. If I didn’t do well in the second semester, I was doomed.

There was a girl, who was 17 in my chemistry class, who was a total bitch. Her name was Jenny Nodding, and she blamed me for making her A+ average into a C+ average in that class. I would had done a lot better there if she didn’t blame me for everything she had done wrong.

For example, she mixed the wrong chemicals once while I was talking to the teacher. She caused a small explosion, and I got blamed for it. She breaks stuff, which was a deduction for points, and blames it on me. In fact, I’m pretty sure I would do better if I didn’t have her as my lab partner.

But she got away from it. Because she was a cheerleader, had huge breasts, and was a real blonde. She slept and/or blackmailed her teacher into letting her pass. The only reason her grade was so low here was because someone would question why her grade was higher than mine if we were partners.

However, I should be thankful. She saved my life. In a way.

See, during the second semester, I started to do a lot better in science and chemistry. Although my end grade for science was a C-, I did extremely well in chemistry. I studied more, I did my work right, got it turned in on time. So I managed to pull it up from a D to a B.

However, the exams were right around the corner. Instead of sending the test out to someone to grade, they do it right at the school so they can prepare the students that failed rather quickly. Get them together and ship them off to a facility to fatten them up and get them ready to be food.

I was a nervous wreck already, but Jenny didn’t help at all.

I aced the last three tests, so that’s why she came up to me. They were separating the class, last names that started from A-M would take the exam before Lunch. N-Z afterwards. I would take the test before her.

She blackmailed me a week before the test. She told me that she made arrangements with our chemistry teacher for me to pick up the answers to the test. If I didn’t do that, she would arrange it so that the teacher would fail me, and I would get eaten.

So I would take the test. Afterwards, the teacher would say that he has something to discuss with me afterwards. He would talk to me about this and that until we were alone and give me the paper. Then I would give them to Jenny in the girls bathroom before lunch. She would memorize it, or write it down, and then take the test.

Simple as that. Except for one thing. She was getting over a cold. She had been out of school for a few days, that’s why she needed to cheat. She was well enough to come to school, but she could still spread the cold around.

In other words, she sneezed on me before walking away.

I got sick two days later. I was sick all through exams, but I was told I could take them when I was well. So I spent my time studying while I was sick.

Jenny never had a chance. She didn’t get the answers. She didn’t even know I was sick until she came to the class before lunch to see me and found I wasn’t there. Her blackmail didn’t work. The teacher easily denied ever having to make arrangements and she had to take the test all on her own. She didn’t study at all and bombed it.

She also failed another class so badly that even if she aced the exams, she still got below a C+

So, when I came back to school, I saw her being loaded onto a bus with bars on the windows with the other students that failed. She was screaming and cursing loudly, and had to be restrained.

I felt bad for her and those that failed. But I felt a lot less bad for her after I realized that I could had been on that bus because of her. So I just shrugged and went into the school to take my exams.

I passed enough so I could transfer to another school that didn’t have that “you fail you food” rule. And my parents got on it right away for paperwork to come through.

Mostly because of my health. Honestly I was 100 pounds because of stress and worry about it. They are not sacrificing my health for my brain. I gained 9 pounds during the summer mind you.

I saw Jenny again at the graduation ceremony. They gather the students that barely passed (like me) to come watch. We had to learn what happened if we had failed so we would do better next year.

They had done a good job fattening her up in the two weeks after the tests. She as well as the others, were plump and meaty, although she still looked great. I had to admit, as scared shitless as I was of the near miss I had, I was interested in seeing what happened.

As they called people up to accept their diplomas, the failures were each led to a spitting machine. They had several large outside ovens that could cook them fast and good in time for everyone.

I watched as Jenny got strapped doggy style into a machine. She was screaming loudly, but everyone ignored her.

They injected something into her throat after a while that shut her up. I don’t mean it knocked her out, it actually froze her voice. She was awake and aware of everything that happened.

They strapped her into a Jennifer 5000, the ultimate spitting machine. It even had a storage for organs that are later used for either transplants or food.

Speaking of which, after they gave her a paralyzer , a saw came up under her and sliced into her stomach. I winched as I saw a pained looked run across her face as her organs spilled out into a holding box, keeping her heart and lung inside. A tube and several needles came out. The tube filled her with stuffing as the needles sewed her back up. Whatever they used on her kept her alive as I saw the spit start up. It shoved inside of her. Again, a pained look crossed her face as the spit ran through her, coming out of her mouth.

Now, usually, they tie the arms and legs into the spit before putting someone in an oven. However the ovens were too small to cook her whole. They came at her with saws and cut off her arms up to her elbow and her legs up to her knees. I paled, someone threw up, as she was lifted and her limbs stayed beyond. I had to wonder what kept her from dying at this point, something they gave her? Didn’t matter anymore.

They loaded her up into the oven as they took someone else out. Jenny was loaded up inside an oven and I watched as she was cooked. They were just getting through the graduates who’s last names started with W’s when she was pulled out.

I nearly threw up. She was still twitching. She was still alive. They had deep fried her limbs and set her and them on a table with the rest of the food.

After they got through to everyone, we were allowed to eat. Those that were nearly the meal had to eat or else, even if they threw up earlier. We had to eat at least half of pound of meat and keep it down for ten minutes. If we threw up at anytime, we had to eat another half a pound.

I had to admit, as I ate one of jenny’s breasts, she was pretty good. The meat was moist and tender, like eating a steak but better. Jenny was still twitching at this point and I noticed the teachers she blackmailed were asking for pieces of her specifically.

I didn’t see her float off into the next life. I was distracted when one of the people that came out of the oven started screaming as they were being carved. Jenny floated off just as the had to chop off their head to shut him up. I looked back to her and saw she wasn’t moving anymore. I just shrugged and moved on.

So here I am, at my new school in November. I’m calmer, I am getting some weight on me, and I’m actually doing well. I am pulling a B- in my science classes too! Everything is going so well!

Although one thing that is kinda annoying is how they keep giving everyone papers just as they are leaving class about the new announcements about rule changes and all. I just mostly ignore then because of how stupid.

Like this one I was just handed to me. It says that their grade point average in the entire school was low, so they are going to take drastic measures to make sure that everyone does better. At the end of every semester, instead of at the end of the year, how they were going to take anyone with grades below a B will be taken and cooked-

Oh Shit.

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DON’T YOU DARE!

They are going to come after my ass for having to drop out in 12th grade! Nevermind I got my GED, but they could still come and cook my ass!

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[quote author=necrocorpse link=topic=1178.msg4732#msg4732 date=1253152900] [quote author=warlady21 link=topic=1178.msg4731#msg4731 date=1253152738] DON’T YOU DARE!

They are going to come after my ass for having to drop out in 12th grade! Nevermind I got my GED, but they could still come and cook my ass! [/quote]

Well, if they are going to cook you anyway, please tell me when and where so I can have a piece. I’d like it lightly salted and with cilantro. Medium rare. [/quote]NO fucking way! Besides, I already have my death planned down to two scenarios.

Caught in a cross fire. Like…walking between a police line and a robbery in progress and get shot. And blowing up my old Elementary school, taking my old Principal with me. No one else if I’m lucky! If I’m going to Hell, I’m taking that bitch with me!