Cannibalville
 


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Cannibalville





Chapter 1


Hi! My name is Anya. Im in fifth grade at the most prestigious school in all of Cannibalville. The city earned its name fair and square, since most of the adults are cannibalsthough there are ordinary people too. But at our school, everyonethe teachers, the principal, even the building manageris wall-to-wall cannibal.

But more on that later. Because I want to tell you the important thing.

My classmate Xinyu Ma didnt come to school today. And I have an actual reason to worry. Our teacher says Xinyu Ma went with her parents to another city for the annual carnivorous plants exhibition. But that exhibition is usually in June. And right now its April: the time when everyone is preparing for tests, especially the people who might fail exams and get held back a year.

And one more thingyoud better sit down if youre standing! The last time I saw Xinyu Ma, shed been kept after school for extra tutoring. That was yesterday. But today the bicycle she rides is still abandoned by the entrance, with the red ribbon on the bell. Which means Xinyu Ma never left school and may still be somewhere in the building!

On her last two dental hygiene quizzes, she got an F. And aside from cramming and a good walloping from her parents, nothing else was in store for her. Mrs. Ma looks kind on the outside, but when shes angry, shell chew you up and spit you out. And thats not even mentioning Mr. Ma, whose icy stare gives me indigestion.

And heres the strange part: when Xinyu Ma got her second failing grade, she didnt even get upset. She just closed her notebook and, looking toward the teachers lounge door, said:

Sometimes it pays to look weaker than you are.

At the time I figured it was some kind of diplomatic wisdom from her household, since her father is a diplomat, and diplomats do a lot of talking.

As for me, on the contrary, its better not to open my mouth at all, so I dont ruin my grades with unnecessary questions. But theres nothing terrible about taking just one tiny peek around the school to see whether Xinyu Mas bloodstained backpack, bearing signs of a struggle, is lying around somewhere, right?

Point A would be the teachers loungethats where underperforming students have extra lessons after school. At any other time, and without a special reason, students arent allowed in there. But if you know how to get the key, you can sneak into the office before recess.

All you have to do is complain about a stomachache and ask to go to the bathroom. My classroom is on the first floor, and the teachers lounge is on the second. First Ill go straight down the hall to the hall monitor, who at that hour is usually chatting with the cafeteria lady in the dining room. Ill take the keys unnoticed and go upstairs. Ill have a couple of minutes to find evidence and get back the same way.

We were in Natural Nutrition class. Our notebooks lay open on the desks: all the students were carefully taking dictation while Onzagai Mandyy-oolovna paced back and forth, bellowing as if she wanted to be heard on another continent:

Thus, cannibalism is demographically conditioned and critically important not only in the northern latitudes Third desk, if you do not stop whispering, you will go straight to the principal! Now let us examine the diet of gatherer-cannibals of the First Period. How did the original simplicity of digestion lead to the complex organization of cannibal-cooking systems, and why will any genetic modification of humansso widely promoted by residents of the southern latitudesinevitably result in the collapse of the entire food chain Open your textbooks to page ninety-seven.

The whole class rustled pages at once.

Third desk, how many times must I repeat myself? Where is your textbook? The teacher came right up to the offenders.

Forgot it at home, Onzagai Mandyy-oolovna.

Next time Ill make sure you forget your head at home! How do you expect to survive without knowledge of the core subject, given the extremely fragile state of the peace treaty between the countries of the South and the North at present? That applies to the rest of you as well.

A pause hung in the air. That was when I was about to raise my hand, but suddenly the classroom door opened, and the vice principal came in.

Children, stand! Sit down! Due to the arrival of the regional commission, a shortened school day has been declared. All teachers are invited to a meeting, and students may return home. She clapped her hands three times to cut off the sudden commotion and roar. Silence! Loitering in the halls is prohibited! Do not crowd or scream in the cloakroom as if youre already being butchered! Her voice kept getting louder and louder. The honor of the school is at stake! Monitors leave first; everyone else lines up in pairs behind them. If anyone catches my eye, Ill personally skin them alive! Understood?

My plan had failed, but retreat was impossible. If Xinyu Ma was in the school, every minute counted. So I decided to hide and wait until everyone left. The quietest place is the girls roomyou know what I mean.

So they wouldnt catch me, I wrote out of order on the stall door and locked myself in from the inside. The janitor peered in and muttered, The pipes are eating the budget again, then left without suspecting a thing. So far, I was lucky.

Coming out of hiding, I slipped into the cafeteria, where voices were coming from, and crouched behind a poster that said, Cannibalism Is Your Goal. There I saw several suspicious people in white coveralls. They were carrying metal crates, bundles of wire, and long instruments that looked either like probes or very thin skewers. Round golden seals gleamed on the crate lids. My palms started to sweat.

Why didnt you leave with the others? A hand touched my shoulder from behind.

I turned aroundthe principal.

There arent any classes anyway. No need to wander around.

I just went to the bathroom.

Another minute and it would almost have been true. Now danger threatened not only Xinyu Ma, but me too. After all, for violating a direct order from the vice principal, they could make you serve kitchen duty in the staff kitchen until the end of the school year. And can you even imagine cannibal cauldrons? Exactly. So I quickly left school and ran home.

There are three of us at home: Dad, Mom, and me. Dad works from morning till night. Hes a cobbler at a factory. A cobbler with no shoes. And if you think thats funny, dont: part of his leg from the knee down has been bitten off, and a prosthetic doesnt need shoes. Dad is a veteran of the Resistance against the South, like many people his age. The factory even has a workshop making custom shoes for different injuries, and we have a special hand-control car. Mom sews leather clothes at home, and thats all you need to know.

Why are you back so early? she asked when I came home from school. Im going to the grocery store.

Mom took a big shopping bag. Officially my parents dont have cannibal status, so they buy leftovers from cannibal production through a reseller.

They let us go, I said, then fell silent. But before Mom left, I added, Is it true that Xinyu Ma went to the carnivorous plants exhibition with her parents? Isnt that in June?

You know how it is before electionsnothing happens when its supposed to. They want to put on a holiday and splash some blood in everyones eyes so voters will be happy with the new candidate. If your father had been given the Cannibal Order, we could go to exhibitions too, like your beloved Xinyu Ma. Better not fill your head with nonsense. Do your homework. If you finish the year properly, youll be able to become a cannibals apprentice.




Chapter 2


My homework on the defense of traditional cannibal values was not coming together. After all, I still hadnt found out why Xinyu Ma had abandoned her bicycle at school. And what were the people in white coveralls doing?

A real detective must reconstruct the whole picture: every movement and every contact of the victim. Since classmates and teachers might be mixed up in the case, Id better turn to independent experts.

Meet Hannah and Boar. Ill admitnot a lot to work with. But I cant be picky. I dont have many friends outside school, and the closest of them are closest literally: my neighbors on the landing.

Hannah is my age, and Boar is her younger brother. Theyre homeschooled, which means that, in the schools opinion, they are growing up as savages. In my opinion, both of them are suuuper smart, and all because they dont have to waste precious time on stupid PE.

So, dossier number one. You do want to get to know my team better, dont you? Then Ill continue: dossier number one. Tall, thin, braids, dark hair. Distinguishing feature: an incredibly clean and tidy girl, like all homeschoolers. Hobbies: playing musical bones, hair weaving, amateur dentistry. Question: how many braids did you count on Hannah in your imagination?

Dossier number two: little, skinny, blondish. Distinguishing feature: hes hard not to noticehes a total remora fish. Hobbies: radio electronics, conspiracy theories, and driving Hannah to the boiling point. They call him Boar not because of his looks, but because of his character. Question: does Boar wear glasses if I didnt mention them?

Nooo, I dont want to hear any of this, Hannah said after listening to my story. Final assessment is right around the corner. I need to study. Besides, the new hamsters teeth wont extract themselves.

Boar, who had been importantly soldering parts of some receiver, suddenly rebelled.

Hands off Fluffball! Ive almost developed the most accurate missing-pet search system ever, and Fluffball has to go missing for the sake of saving thousandsno, hundredsof pets who vanish without a trace in this city.

Then let him vanish after I remove a couple incisors!

Like last time? I need a live ham-ster! And as for you, little Anya, Id bet my toothjust not to herhe pointed at his sisterthat the girl was eaten by the teachers for bad grades, or maybe by her own parents. Or worse: she was kidnapped and is being held hostage by vile Southerners to prevent the signing of the thirteenth peace treaty between South and North! In any case, if her trail ends at school, it means someone on the inside is involved. And hes cleverly destroying evidence. Look!

Boar pulled a magazine off the shelf. It was full of ads of various kinds, from dating-column gems like attractive cannibal seeks full-figured woman for romantic relationship to cartilage-extension services. A small finger jabbed at an image of people in work uniforms. The caption read: Professional cleaning and turnkey disposal of remains.

No, I said. Those were different suits. White, thick. And crates with golden seals.

Hannah stopped worrying her braid.

Golden? Those are used for official documents, she said. References, clearances, sanitary permits. So no one can forge them.




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