An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Spoiled and Abnormal

 Mr. Haggerman grasped the right metal handle to the read double doors leading into the high school. His meeting with the Principal Ray lasted twenty minutes. It proved to be a sheer waste of time.  Being a school teacher was a lot more different than being a sergeant in the military. He had served twenty years in the United States Army. Wished I could back. At least the Army gave him the ability to correct what high schools, both public and private, along with parents had created in their sons and a handful of daughters that had enlisted. He felt useless at his attempts to fix any ninth grade class that had entered his room over the last five years of tenure. Spoiled brats!

Laughter filtered down the hall toward him as he swung the door open. Like he figured, his classroom was out of control. I should make them drop and give me a hundred. He stuck a stubby finger into his stiffly, starched shirt collar and ran his finger around it, tracing at the sweat that had accumulated on his neck. Too bad I don't have twenty tooth brushes and cans of cleanser. The floor could use a good scrub. But caution ruined his ideas. Miss Wadsworth's was in his class for the second time in a row, and her family would make a big stink. It hadn't been the first time. Money talked. He had been warned last year that he would be the one to walk if he used military style discipline on her. If only I could bend her over my knee. That's what she needed. A good, old-fashioned spanking. Someone had to give that girl direction.

Halfway toward his rowdy class, Mr. Fisher swung his small hips and strutted toward him.

Mr. Haggerman slid his dark-rimmed glasses midway down his nose, and peered over them at the teen. Twinkle toes. He knew his kind. Great! In the military, they kicked those kind out. They were a distraction.

The kid stopped in front of him. A guilty-look washed over the clear-skinned, teen's face. He also swallowed an obvious lump.

The teacher stuck pushed his glasses back, shoved both hands into his trouser pockets, and jingled his change. He noted a wrinkled brown bag the boy carried. "Did you step out for lunch, Mr. Fisher?"

Ronald lowered his eyes. "I didn't get to eat breakfast, sir." His voice sounded small and girlish.

"You need a hall pass to be out here." The ex-army man watched the kid skitter cowardly toward his classroom. He is definitely one of them. Military taught him how to spot one. He glanced up at the ceiling. Why me God? Why do I get to be so lucky again this year?

Shelly Arkon © 2015

Celebrate the Small Things: Zombie Virus

I know. I'm way late posting today. Time hasn't been my friend this week nor has the Salon schedule. It's been brutal.

Anyway, thought I'd Celebrate the Small Things first with VikLit, at Scribblings of an Aspiring Author .

This weeks celebrations:

* I had a wonderful time at last weeks wedding. Sharks, turtles, jelly-fish, and a variety of other fish came. It was soooo cool!

* Wednesday, I had a fun time spoiling my grandbabies. If my phone was working right, I'd share some pictures with you. But...yeah. Stuff happens.

So pick a topic, any topic! The news is full of Debbie-Downer info. It's enough to keep you depressed for the rest of your life.

The Ebola virus seems to be picking up speed. My gut told me that when it reared its creepy head this time, it would be one to watch. And being that I'm a writer with a wild imagination, I've been doing a load of research on it. What I found out would make your head spin. It did mine.

Did you know that the America government holds a patent on the Ebola virus? You can go here  and here to read it for yourselves. There is a plethora of info on this topic.

Did you know that the Chinese fear Ebola turns peeps into zombies? You can go here to read the article. But it left me questioning why would they thinks this? So I investigated further and found that it was possible. But not the once dead and reanimated kind. The National Geographic peeps wrote a piece on this topic back in 2010 on the possibility.  Go here to read. 

In summary, the creation of a zombie virus needs a host to be first infected with both the rabies an the ebola, and let the mutation begin. And yes, it could become airborne by introducing both the viruses to  any flu in the same host. Here are some very informative videos to watch when you have time.

Are we all infected like Rick from The Walking Dead said?

Or have we been set up to be infected? Could be the GMO's, overuse of antibiotics, steroids and antibiotic use in the herd meat we eat. Hmmm...Poor nutrition is definitely a precursor to getting violently ill.

And why did the CDC post a preparedness sight in case of a Zombie Apocalypse?You can read it for yourself here. I'm finding all of this really creepy now. How about you? Been looking into buying Hasmat suits for the Sweetman and I. They're 104 dollars on Amazon.

Hope everyone has a chocolate-filled weekend! Happy Shabbat! And be prepared for anything!

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly