Playful Dead: Play Dead

A classroom game gets out of the classroom and out of hand. FINISHED (?)

  Page didn't like this game.

Her sociology teacher, Mrs. Careal, was having her sophmore class, playing a game she called "Stereotype".

     Page did not like this game.

Page watched, quietly awaiting her turn as she watched cheerleading captain, Cassidy Meyers categorizing people into groups, like "Geek", "Goth", "Punk", "Prep", "Jock" and other labeling schemes. Chris Alder got but in the Geek category, just because of the fact that he actually did the projects that the teachers assigned. Allison Greyson was put right next to Cassidy because they were best friends.

     Page did not like this game.

Page's best friend Myron was put in the Emo category, because he was bi, and because of the way he wore his short cut ebony hair over his eyes. Kyle Alender was put in the Jock category because he was the football star.

     Neither Page nor Myron liked this game.

The object of the game was simple. One student had several categories in which to put his or her peers: Goth, Emo, Geek, Prep, Punk, Jock, Normie (normal), and Bible-Tumper/Goodie-Good. The teacher assumed that each student knew where they were. Stereotypical wise. After the student doing the "sorting" was finished, the students replaced themselves where they were supposed to be. If the student choosing was wrong by more than 9 students, they were "beaten" with balls of cotton that represented rocks.

     Page and Myron HATED this f*****g game.

The term was, "Those with out bias cast the first stone." Page couldn't believe this s**t. After Cassidy was done Myron freed himself from the chains of bias and went to stand by Page. He looked over at Page and sighed.
"Damn...thith game is tho thtupid..." Myron lisped sarcastically.
Page flicked her best friend in the head, as Cassidy picked another person to categorize the class.
"Stop with that fake lisping Myron Beltran." Page reprimanded sternly.
Myron flinched and rubbed his head some.
"Sorry Page." He said as the two headed to the back of the classroom and sat on the couch by the class bookcase.
"That's alright My...so how was it up in the Emo section?" She asked selecting Catcher In The Rye.
"...We turned on our iPods....and we had ourselves a nice cry." Myron answered, rolling his chocolate brown eyes.
"Really? Damn, I DID miss out on all the fun didn't I?" She laughed, reading through the first three chapters with ease. Myron looked at Page and smiled, just as Justin Allens called Myron to the Emo section. Myron got up, smiling.
"Off to cry with Brian the Sad, and Derek the Depressed..." Myron laughed walking over to the indicated circle.

     Page left the classroom unnoticed.

Page went thorugh her classes, head lowered like always, her eyes downcast as well. Even though she wanted nothing more than to go home, she slowly rose to her feet and left her 6th hour class, and shuffled out into the rain to meet Myron and drive home. She got in on the passenger side of Myron's black 2006 Infiniti Q45. He was a spoiled child. He looked over at his bestfriend and smiled a little questioningly.
"You alright Page?" He asked as he started the car.
"Decent..." she said, not sounding too talkitive.
"...Don't wanna go home do you?" He continued, pulling out of the school parking lot.
"Not particularly." Page answered truthfully, fastening her seat belt.
"I heard that Cassidy and most of 3rd period in going to get together to play "Stereotype" at the beach after sunset. I was wondering if you wanted to go." He said going maybe 45 mph down Greenway Blvd.
Page gave Myron a rather incredulous look and crossed her arms.
"Tell me you're kidding My." Page answered sternly.
"I'm serious! If you didn't notice my dear Hatter-chan, you nor I ever got selected to play the game." Myron replied turning down Dobson Dr.
"And what, March Hare, makes you think Cassidy will let us play?" Page fired back.
"...No idea. I just thought we might crash thier fiesta, no?" Myron stated.
"...Hmm...honestly, I would Myron, but I have a final in Chem in the morning, my first hour." Page said truthfully.
Myron nodded some.
"Okay. Should I take you home?"
"...Yeah..."

     Page had a bad feeling about this...

The next day was a Saturday, so Page would follow routine and sleep til' Myron would come by and harrass her awake like always.

               8:00am-Page slipped awake, looks around and sees that Myron isn't there yet.

               8:45am-She wakes again and he still isn't there.

               9:55am-Myron is still absent. Page gets out of bed.

Page paced her kitchen, in the quiet rainy morning, her hands clutching at her arms, her knuckles snow white. Her chestnut brown hair was messily splayed around her pale shoulders her breathing labored. She gave a start as her house phone rang. Page darted over to it and picked it up. It was Myron's sister Lizzi.
"P-Page?" came Lizzi's voice over the phone, tears choking back her words slightly.
Page clutched the phone, fear covering her like a bad rash.
"Y-Yes Lizzi?" She whispered hoarsly.
"M-Myron got beaten up really bad last night...h-he's home now. He w-was in the hospital getting his arm set. He wanted me to call you and tell you to 'Get up off your a*s and wake up! There are things to do, and people to make fun of today.' " Lizzi hicupped over the phone.
Page was near tears. Myron always said that to her on Saturday mornings when she was being stubborn (which was everyday).
"Yes Lizzi, I'm on my way."

     She knew what had happened.

Lizzi met Page in the parking spot infront of the Beltran residence, crying almost uncontrollably.
"Where is he, Lizzi?" Page asked the 9-year-old girl.
"I'm up here Page." came the strained voice of a boy she knew well.
She looked up to Myron sitting on the red and white porch swing, his right arm in a cast, a balc eye, and bruises all over his lean frame. Page released Lizzi and ran up the porch steps to her friend. She kissed his forehead, tears streaming from her grey eyes know. Myron smiled up at her.
"Glad you made it." He said a little dimissively, as she sat next to him.
"Myron. What happened!?"
"...Don't hate me...but I went to the beach to play "Stereotype with the kids from our Sociology class..." He said looking away from her, ashamed.
Page suddenly flared in anger. Not at him, but because she just knew it had something to do with that stupid game! Myron saw the anger in her eyes and he reached over and grabbed onto her hugging her tight, despite his cracked ribs. Page looked at him a little afraid, and not as mad.
"M-Myron...?"
"I knew you'd be mad at me, Hatter and I am truely sorry...but I had to...please...don't hate me..." Myron began to cry into her shoulder. Page locked her arms around him and let all her frustration out into Myron's dark black hair.

     Inside, Myron began to formulate.

Myron knew that Page was gonna be pissed off....there wasn't much he could do about that...but what choice did he truly have? The had to pay...what if Page had gone? The boys there would have done more than just beat on her...Page was indeed a beautiful young lady anyways...she'd have been the perfect...nay..the ONLY target that night.

     He had to protect her.

Myron trekked to his friend Erin's house, for consultation. She welcomed him into her house and looked him over.
"They did you good, didn't they Myron..."Erin stated softly looking the young man over.
Myron looked at Erin, his dark browm orbs smoldering with frustration.
"Is it that obvious?" He asked looking down at his cut and bruised hands, through both eyes, one swollen, the other perfectly fine, minus the minor scratches.
"Kind of Myron," Erin answered, rising from the couch,"Are you willing to do what it takes to protect Page?"
Myron looked up at Erin a possessed look in his eyes.
"...Yes..."

     Later...things would get worse.

Page was asleep when Myron snuck through her window, silent as a shadow. She looked so peaceful, curled up like a kitten, in her little ivory colored nightie. He slid into the bed next to her, an unpleasant squishing sound was heard as his body touched to hers. Page's eyes opened and she looked over at Myron, a little terrified, but she settled down she realized who it was.
"Myron...it's 3:15 in the morning what are you-" She stopped short, feeling a warm liquid against her entire back and her legs.
"...What the hell...Myron...what are you covered in?" She asked sitting up and reaching for her lamp. Myron grabbed her hand tightly; it too was wet and slightly sticky.
"Don't Page...please...I had to do it...they were gonna hurt you too!" Myron whispered, fear making his voice unstable.
Page was alarmed now.
"Myron? What did you do!?" She whispered as to not wake her parents.
"...I got to them...before they could hurt you like they did me.."
"Myron...."
Myron began to cry softly.
"Please don't hate me...I did it for you..."
"...."
Page put her arms around Myron as he rested his bloody head against her shoulder.
"Erin told me...that she could help make it better..."
"...Myron...you're cousin...she...she DIED, My..."

     Myron just began to laugh.

                              "I love you...Page..."

                              Myron began to laugh.