Prologue
It was a dark, dreary day at Sullivan High School, and Jamie and Megan sat in the corner of 5th hour study hall with Mrs. Ghere. They were busy at drawing pictures and showing to each other when Mrs. Ghere walked quietly up behind Jamie.
"Jamie, Megan! What are you two doing? This is a study hall for homework, not drawing! How many times have I told you two that?" She said, sternly.
"Mrs. Ghere," Jamie piped up before Megan could blab her mouth, " you said 'don't talk' last week. It was nothing about drawing."
"Well, there is something about drawing now. I expect to see you two after school today for your 45 minute detentions."
"That doesn't deserve detentions!" Megan complained.
"Do you want two of them?"
"No ma'am." The replied simultaneously.
The rest of the day moved on slowly, and Jamie met Megan at her locker at the end of the school day.
"Ready to go to torture?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
They walked slowly to the detention room they were destined for. When they reached the room, the lights were on, and Jamie knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Ghere? You there?" she said. When there was no reply, she knocked again. Still no reply. So, both girls reasoned she was in there reading a book and just so into the book she didn't hear them. So they stepped in the room.
Suddenly the books fell to the floor and the girls had vanished.
There was a short man, not a bad looking man. He looks tired. Very tired. He had friends with him, three other short men. They all look very worried. On the edge. Jamie finally noticed it was dark outside. She could smell the trees, the smell of deep woods in general. She could also smell smoke, of a small fire burning with a pot over it. She smelled everything as if she was standing there with them. She could see them, but she had no acknowledgement of her. All the sudden she felt danger. It was all around her, but the others didn't seem to notice. She started to yell at them, to get away from the forest, to get out, but they didn't hear her. Something huge and dark came out of the trees with a sword, racing towards the four short men, getting ready to---
At that, Jamie woke up all sweaty and nervous. She was laying on the ground, back up. Her whole side was sore and her arm was numb from laying on it wrong. Beside her lay Megan, asleep, sweating, having a nightmare.
There ya have it. It sucks…but it was a quicky.
Cleo