Trisha walked towards the school slowly for two reasons. One was because the faster she walked, the more pain she felt on her back and around her feet. The second reason was because she didn't know how she was going to talk to Mrs. Perry after not seeing her in almost a week.
It was even most likely Mrs. Perry thought her dead. If that was the case, it was going to be much harder for Trisha to endear herself and get any vital information out of the librarian.
Still moving slowly, she rounded the corner and was just a few feet from the library. Her heart began to beat fast. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.
She turned to her right again and walked the remaining small distance. "She should be on seat now," Trisha whispered to herself and knocked twice on the door.
Two seconds after, there was no response then from behind the door came a grumpy voice. "Come 'n."
Trisha twisted the doorknob
Harold wore his clothes one piece after the other, trying to make sure the fabrics of his shirt and trousers didn't come in contact with his bruises that were like dots scattered all over his body with irregular spaces between them.He breath in sharply and winced in pain as he strapped in the last button of his t-shirt. Beside him was Wilkes whom as they had planned the previous night, will be going with him to the school authority as a witness for whatever funny thing they might want to pull on him. It had been a last minute decision but it was worth it. They still couldn't trust the school authority, couldn't just believe that they weren't as bad as Dr. Peyton Giovanni had been."Are you ready?" Wilkes asked Harold as he looked from Francis to Professor Ericson. Their bodies were motionless, cold and still, as expected.Harold breath in sharply before replying, "yes, I suppose I am." He wriggled his body underneath the shirt he h
“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