This story is by Lordy Belance and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
Once there was a fourteen-year old girl named Becky Robinson. She lived in Oriondale, Oregon and went to Oriondale National High School. Life was not easy for Becky, especially as a high school student.
“Ugh, how am I supposed to write a 5,000-word essay on The Grapes of Wrath by tomorrow?!” Becky groaned as she sat by the computer.
“Your teacher only gave you one day to complete a 5,000-word essay?” her mom asked.
“Then you shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to start it.”
“You don’t understand, Mom. I have a lot on-”
“What I do understand is that you are lazy and like to put stuff off just because it seems daunting or difficult. Just look at your sister Emily. She hates science, but that didn’t stop her from doing her science project on time. You should be more like her. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”
After her mother left the room, Becky felt her body quaking and rumbling. At first she was scared, but then she figured that it must just be the stress.
“No, no, no, it’s all wrong!” Ms. Cinderblock, the glee club director exclaimed. “Let’s take it from the top!”
The Glee Club resumed singing “It’s Raining Men”, but Ms. Cinderblock stopped them again.
“Come on, you guys! The concert is in five days! Why can’t you get this together?”
Ms. Cinderblock had every member of the club individually sing their note. When Becky sang her note, Ms. Cinderblock said, “Becky! What are you doing?”
“I’m singing my note,” Becky replied sheepishly.
“Well you’re not singing it right!” Ms. Cinderblock yelled. “Try it again!”
Becky attempted to sing her note again.
“Ugh! Wrong again. If you can’t get this note right, you will not be able to perform at the concert with us. Start over!”
As Becky tried and tried to sing the right note, she felt her body quake and rumble twofold.
Still Tuesday, 9pm
As Becky was getting ready for bed, her parents barged into her bedroom.
“Ugh! Don’t you two knock? A young girl needs her privacy, you know.”
“You can have your privacy another time,” her father said. “Right now, you have some explaining to do.”
“Explaining about what?”
“I think you know what,” her mother said, crossing her arms and eyeing her daughter.
“If it’s about me eating the last slice of pound cake last night, I apologize. I was hungry and I forget to ask if anyone else wanted it.”
Her parents sighed. “That’s not what we’re talking about,” her father explained. “We received a call from your Chemistry teacher. He says you are failing the class. When were you going to tell us?”
“Rebecca, you must learn how to apply yourself.”
“It’s not my fault!” Becky protested. “Chemistry is mad difficult! I swear I am trying!”
“Well, we’re going to have to get you a tutor,” her mother stated. “No child of ours is going to fail any class whatsoever!”
“And stop making the excuse that the class is difficult,” her father added. “Emily struggles with English, but that does not stop her from passing the class. You could learn from her.”
After her parents left the room, Becky felt her body rumble and quake fourfold.
“I. AM. NOT. EMILY!” she exclaimed, her voice sounding deeper and louder than it usually is.
Then she threw a medium-sized cardboard box at the door.
The rest of the week has continued to be horrible for Becky Robinson. On Wednesday, a couple of snobby cheerleaders tripped her in the cafeteria, causing her to fall and spill her lunch all over herself. For the rest of the day, everyone called her “Chili Millie.” Her body rumbled and quaked sixfold. To make matters worse, she received an F on her Grapes of Wrath essay. She had attempted to hide her bad grade from her parents, but her snooper pooper mother went through her backpack and found the essay. This resulted in Becky being yelled at and lectured about being responsible and diligent, like (you guessed it) Emily. Becky’s body rumbled and quaked eightfold.
On Thursday, three immature boys pelted her hair with spitballs. She tried to bring the teacher’s attention to it, but the teacher refused to have her lesson interrupted. Rebecca’s body rumbled and quaked tenfold. Later, Mr. Milton the gym teacher made her sit out of the softball game because she has poor coordination. Her body rumbled and quaked twelvefold, and as Mr. Milton turned his back, she blew a raspberry so wet that a puddle appeared on the floor by the bench.
The whole week has been hell for Rebecca, and it was on Friday that she finally reached her breaking point.
“Rebecca, you messed up the whole experiment!” Kerrie, her lab partner exclaimed.
“I didn’t mean too!”
“You were supposed to pour in sodium nitrate next, not potassium chloride! You seriously need to pay more attention!”
At that point, Becky had all that she could take. She had had it up to here with teachers, parents, and classmates yelling at, berating, and throwing crap at her.
At that instant, Becky’s body rumbled and quaked so much that the chemistry classroom started to shake as well, causing glassware to break, substances to spill, and everyone to fall on the floor.
But that’s not all. This time, Becky increased in size until her head touched the ceiling. This caused her maroon romper and her wine pumps to tear in half.
Then, red hair grew all over her body, her nails grew, and fangs grew in front of her teeth.
Last but not least, a red, furry, and spiky tail formed on her derriere.
Her classmates and chemistry teacher looked up at her and cowered in fear.
“HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Becky yelled in her deep, loud voice. “NOW YOU WILL PAY! YOU WILL ALL PAY!”
Becky stomped over to the lab closet.
“What is she going to do?” Kerrie asked, her voice quivering.
“I don’t know,” replied another girl.
“Guys, calm down,” the teacher said assuredly. “She’s just really mad and having a bad day. She’s not going to seriously hurt us.”
Suddenly, Becky emerged with a huge, empty flour sack. One by one, she scooped up her classmates and teacher and then threw them into the sack.
“AAAHH!” they exclaimed. “BECKY, STOP!”
“NEVER! THOU REAPETH WHAT THOU SOWETH!”
Becky left the classroom and went throughout the school, bagging all the teachers, staff, and classmates who had wronged her, leaving a mess everywhere she went. Then she left school and stormed towards her house. As she did, the whole city watched with terror. Some people tried to throw things at her or spray her, but they were no match for Beck-, well, she’s actually Studentzilla now.
By the time she reached her house, three-quarters of Oriondale looked like a tornado had hit it.
As soon as Studentzilla reached the house, she tore off the roof with all her might. Her parents and Emily looked up at her.
“Who is that?” her father asked, his whole body shuddering.
“Please don’t tell me it’s Bigfoot!” Emily cried, her mouth filled with a tuna sandwich.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Em,” the father replied. “It’s not Bigfoot. It looks more like the Loch Ness Monster.”
“No,” the mother stated, looking closely at Studentzilla. “It’s….Becky.”
“Becky, what happened to you?!” the three cried in unison.
“WHAT HAPPENED IS THAT YOU GUYS PUSHED ME WAY OVER THE BORDERLINE!” Studentzilla hollered while hovering over her tiny, shivering family. “AND NOW I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU BITCHES DOWN! WAY DOWN! LIKE THE OTHER NIGGAS THIS BAG I’M HOLDING!”
“No, Becky, no!” Emily pleaded. “Don’t do this to us! We’re your family!”
“We love you, sweetheart!” the father added.
“Rebecca Kathryn Robinson!” the mother yelled. “I am your mother, and you’re going to give me respect! I command you to stop this nonsense right this in-
Studentzilla deposited her mother into the bag.
“Please, Becky, stop!” the father pleaded. “We love you very much!”
“IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND THAT I AM UNDER PRESSURE AND THAT I’M DOING MY BEST. BUT NO, YOU AND BITCH MOM KEEP ON COMPARING ME TO LITTLE MISS PERFECT! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE A HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMAN! NOBODY DOES!”
And with that, Studentzilla jettisoned her father and Emily into the bag. Then she did all kinds of things to the bag- slammed it on the ground back and forth, beat it with a baseball bat, a club, a wooden chair, a pole, a pan, darts, anything she could get her giant, hairy hands on. She giggled delightedly with every scream of pain that came from the sack.
The whole city just stood there, frozen.
Someone is bound to stop Studentzilla eventually. But we don’t know who, so for now, it looks like she has won.
“Revenge is sweet,” Studentzilla sighed contentedly.