“I need you to tell me everything you know about professor Ericson,” Trisha said, maintaining eye contact with the librarian, Mrs. Perry. What happened down in the cavern came flooding to her memory but she pushed them out and held her tears contained in her eyes with a lot of willpower.
She wasn't going to break down. At least, not in front of Mrs. Perry who already suspected not everything was well with her. No.
Mrs. Perry squeezed her face and her eyes narrowed more in suspicion. Trisha blinked her eyes rapidly to dry up the tears that had formed in her eyes. Hopefully, Mrs. Perry won't notice because the library was poorly illuminated. “Why are ye askin' 'bout him?”
“There's just…” Trisha started then stopped talking. If Mrs. Perry just answered her without asking questions, she'll know what she wanted to faster — in a few days, at most. But no, she was asking questions that pushed Trisha to tell lies which was hurting her and w
Harold and Wilkes stood in an office. They knew whoever was going to attend to a case as delicate as the one they came with had to be on on the top most storey so they had no business being down there. That's how it always worked. The most important people had their offices on the highest storey and with each storey descending, the occupants of the offices were able to determine how important they were to the normal functioning of the school.On the first storey was the reception. That was where they were, waiting.The receptionist, a fat woman that puffed like a train instead of breathing in and out answered them. She spoke through her nose and by a glance, Wilkes and Harold could she didn't find it easy to breath. It was laborious, perhaps, because of her size.“Did you book an appointment?” she asked when they had first entered. She had a lot of experience with notorious students who wanted nothing more than to cause trouble and
Trisha couldn't hold it any longer.She had been hunched on the wobbly seat, breathing in the dust particles of the library and listening to all Mrs. Perry, the librarian, had to say about professor Ericson for the past half an hour, but all she'd heard wasn't what she wanted. Needed.For a split second, all her worries and troubles were drowned in the discomfort of the sit she was sat in and as she rested her back, it squealed and threatened to fall apart, causing her to seat up and jolting her back to life.She sighed.“How about… those both professor Ericson and Francis knew? You know, other close friends, relatives of one that became the friend of the other and things like that.”Mrs. Perry paused. She knew Trisha wanted to get something out of her but what? And why?Still seated, Trisha could feel Mrs. Perry's eyes on her but she was too tired to care what she was thinkin
Harold held his breath and his heart beat faster and faster with each passing second as the elevator door slid open. Beside him was Wilkes and behind them both was the receptionist.“Alright,” the receptionist said when neither of the students in front of her stepped outside. It was like they'd had their feet glued to the walls of the elevator.Her voice snapped both of them out of the trance they were in and the next second, they were out of the elevator and on a very long passage.Beautiful pillars that had a milky hue arranged itself to their left and right. The ceiling that stretched downwards from where they stood was also milky, a thicker shade, though, and the carpet beneath their feet was red.“If you'll come with me…” the receptionist said and began walking down the corridor. Without hesitating, the both of them tailed her.They walked past a lot of first-class, doors which on the other sid
Everywhere was peaceful. Not a little squeak came from the two beds that were each on one end of the room, or from those rested on them, or from the person watching them, or from the other side of the door.Penelope looked around the room. There was nothing to do except use her phone but since she had been back from the contest, she had learnt not rely on her phone more and more.She looked around the room again. None of the two that were on Wilkes bed were awake. Not Derek, not Sarah. They had both been burnt and had almost lost their lives.Suddenly, fear gripped her heart. She walked to the side of the bed and placed two fingers on the sides of their necks. Good, there was pulse which meant they were still alive, just unconscious.She breathed out and looked around again. There was absolutely nothing interesting that could be done. Even taking in the room was daunting because of the poorly lit bulb that
The old man, Dr. Alvin Clarks, was the one who had announced the contest in the very beginning. Harold recognised him now! He was a part of Dr. Giovanni's evil plans, he knew everything that was going on.Harold shifted on his seat uncomfortably, he was no more interested in talking to the man but he couldn't just get up and leave.“When did you get back?” the man asked, leaning towards Harold more. A long wrinkle spread from one end of his face to the other as he grimaced.Harold paused for a while. He didn't know what to say at the moment. He couldn't think of any implications that'll come with him saying the truth but was he willing to risk it?“Last night,” he replied and bit his lower lip. Wilkes had noticed that Harold was behaving unlike himself and he was wondering why. “That was when I came.”“Alone? The man inquired. He was trying to understand the state of things. The fact that the werewo
Brie closed the door behind her with her leg. It made a loud snap that caused Derek to let out a soft moan as the sound wave caused his eardrum to tremble. She had the pizza box Penelope had asked for in her hand.“I didn't know which ones you like over the other so I went with good old Pepperoni.”Penelope's nose wiggled like a mouse's. “It isn't my favourite,” she started, “but isn't my worst either. Thank you,” she said as she got the box out of Brie's hands.She put it on the bed and walked to Derek' side. She knelt beside his bed but Brie peered down on him from above.“He's conscious already,” Penelope said, sounding like a small child who had just gotten a gift. She was talking to Brie.“Oh, has he?” Brie said, kneeling, too. “I can't handle it much any longer.”“Handle what?” Penelope asked, looking to her right, at Brie.“His sister, she has been dead worri
Harold and Wilkes picked up pace as they ran back to Dr. Alvin Clarks's office. Their sneakers marched on the tuffs of grass and on the cemented pavement, too, but they didn't bother as they huffed and puffed. The breeze as they moved blew against their faces but that, too, didn't stop them. They had to get to Dr. Clark before he and the others left.When they got to the entrance of the building, they stopped running and walked in.The receptionist recognised them and gave them a small nod telling them to proceed with the reason they were there.The both of them acknowledged her nod and went to the elevator. They got in it and a few seconds later, they were on the top floor.They both walked down the absolutely beautiful but empty and very silent corridor slowly. They loved as their sneakers sunk into the red carpet the spread everywhere. They turned right and continued walking.“Do you think
Trisha paced from left to right of Harold and Wilkes small room. It was either she was no longer aware of the presence of Brie and Penelope or she just wasn't bothered by their presence. The latter seemed the most feasible option."I'll have to call my dad this very moment," she said to no one in particular. She seemed to be talking to herself and the next second, her phone was in her hand, placing a call to reach her father.She brought the phone to her ear and waited. After what seemed like ages to the two females watching her, she breath in and out deeply, and began to speak."Hello, father," she started. There was a pause from her side because her father was talking. It went on and on and on but Trisha understood why. He hadn't spoken to his daughter in over a week and was worried something awful must have happened to her."Why didn't you pick your calls?" he asked. His voice was a lot louder than befo