"EEEEP!", Fiona squealed, sprinting down the hallway while yelling, "Nice hobbit! Nice hobbit!" over her shoulder.
"Get back here, Stinker!", Caitlin growled, brandishing her lunch box above her head, and running after Fiona.
Fiona skidded to a stop in front of her locker, frantically spinning the dial. "ACK!", she squeaked as Caitlin whapped her across the face with the lunch box.
"That's what you get for calling me a 'nasty, fat hobbit'!", Caitlin growled. "And besides, I'm not fat!" Of course, Caitlin was right. She wasn't fat. She was thin and tall. The "tall" part was resented by both Fiona and Lindsay because they were thin and short.
Fiona put on her best "The World Hates Me" look and pretended to start crying. Caitlin rolled her eyes but Lindsay, who had been playing spectator during the whole escapade, thought it was hilarious (as usual), and started laughing her head off. After composing herself, her eyes widened. "Hey, look, Fi!" she exclaimed, diving for her backpack and extracted a rather large, paperback book. She walked around several loiterers in the hallway and showed it to Fiona. Fiona glanced at the title which read, "Under the Black Flag". She groaned. "Not another pirate book!"
"Yup, AND it has PICTURES!" Lindsay grinned, pointing at the illustrations. "Look at this one." She flipped the pages until she came to a drawing of a man (obviously a pirate) locked in a sword fight with another man (apparently of the British navy.) "Isn't that so cool?", she asked rather excitedly. She began to wave an invisible sword in the air while humming one of the Pirates of the Caribbean songs. "Captain Morgan, terror of the Caribbee!", she blurted, waving her hands around for emphasis and thus knocking a book out of the locker catty-corner to hers, which conked her on the head. "Merf!", she cried plopping down on the floor and rubbing her head.
Caitlin looked down at Lindsay, trying her best not to laugh. She failed. After being whomped several times on the head by Fiona for laughing at Lindsay, she started breathing a little. Still gasping for breath Caitlin asked, "Hey, Lindz, will you give me my Algebra 1 book back?" She reached down for the book. "Not that I really want it, mind you.", she added under the little breath she had left.
"Gladly.", groaned Lindsay, still sitting on the floor and still rubbing her head.
Just then, a teacher walked by and reminded them that they shouldn't be loitering in the hallway. After she passed, the trio breathed an audible sigh of annoyance. "She always gets onto us for that!", Fiona muttered. "We aren't loitering! We're packing our backpacks!"
"Obviously she doesn't think that." noted Caitlin, equally aggravated.
"Well come on then! If we're out of the hallway, she can't get onto us for being in it!", Lindsay sensibly observed.
They closed up their backpacks, put them on, and headed down the hallway. As they were turning toward the large double doors so they could leave, they heard the automatic locking system turn on.
"What in the world? What is going on?", demanded a frightened Fiona.
"What are you talking about?" questioned Caitlin. She then noticed Fiona's eyes going from the locked doors to the clock hands that were spinning insanely. Fiona scurried over to Lindsay and hugged her for dear life once she noticed that everyone was gone, from inside the building and out, except for them.
Lindsay, on the other hand, was smiling impishly. "Perfect.", she said distractedly, "I was getting bored."
Fiona and Caitlin looked at her, horrified. "How can you say that?", Fiona yelled. "For all you know, the Academy is haunted!"
Then the girls noticed an odd sort of distortion, like when you're looking over the top of a gas grill after it's been lit for a while, coming from the end of the hallway
"Even if everything that just happened were normal, I'm sure that," Fiona paused and pointed toward the contorted , "can't be."
The girls stood and stared at it for a few seconds until Lindsay wisely commented, "Is it just me, Caity, or is it coming toward us?"
It only took two seconds for what Lindsay had said to sink in. Caitlin grabbed Lindsay and Fiona and started to drag them towards the other end of the hallway. Of course, she didn't have to do that for more than a millisecond because the other two girls soon found their feet and started running. As Fiona glanced back at the curtain of distortion, she saw that the faster they ran the faster the distortion came at them. The girls soon reached the end of the hallway and realized too late that there was no exit. They turned to face the distortion and it overtook them.
"Get back here, Stinker!", Caitlin growled, brandishing her lunch box above her head, and running after Fiona.
Fiona skidded to a stop in front of her locker, frantically spinning the dial. "ACK!", she squeaked as Caitlin whapped her across the face with the lunch box.
"That's what you get for calling me a 'nasty, fat hobbit'!", Caitlin growled. "And besides, I'm not fat!" Of course, Caitlin was right. She wasn't fat. She was thin and tall. The "tall" part was resented by both Fiona and Lindsay because they were thin and short.
Fiona put on her best "The World Hates Me" look and pretended to start crying. Caitlin rolled her eyes but Lindsay, who had been playing spectator during the whole escapade, thought it was hilarious (as usual), and started laughing her head off. After composing herself, her eyes widened. "Hey, look, Fi!" she exclaimed, diving for her backpack and extracted a rather large, paperback book. She walked around several loiterers in the hallway and showed it to Fiona. Fiona glanced at the title which read, "Under the Black Flag". She groaned. "Not another pirate book!"
"Yup, AND it has PICTURES!" Lindsay grinned, pointing at the illustrations. "Look at this one." She flipped the pages until she came to a drawing of a man (obviously a pirate) locked in a sword fight with another man (apparently of the British navy.) "Isn't that so cool?", she asked rather excitedly. She began to wave an invisible sword in the air while humming one of the Pirates of the Caribbean songs. "Captain Morgan, terror of the Caribbee!", she blurted, waving her hands around for emphasis and thus knocking a book out of the locker catty-corner to hers, which conked her on the head. "Merf!", she cried plopping down on the floor and rubbing her head.
Caitlin looked down at Lindsay, trying her best not to laugh. She failed. After being whomped several times on the head by Fiona for laughing at Lindsay, she started breathing a little. Still gasping for breath Caitlin asked, "Hey, Lindz, will you give me my Algebra 1 book back?" She reached down for the book. "Not that I really want it, mind you.", she added under the little breath she had left.
"Gladly.", groaned Lindsay, still sitting on the floor and still rubbing her head.
Just then, a teacher walked by and reminded them that they shouldn't be loitering in the hallway. After she passed, the trio breathed an audible sigh of annoyance. "She always gets onto us for that!", Fiona muttered. "We aren't loitering! We're packing our backpacks!"
"Obviously she doesn't think that." noted Caitlin, equally aggravated.
"Well come on then! If we're out of the hallway, she can't get onto us for being in it!", Lindsay sensibly observed.
They closed up their backpacks, put them on, and headed down the hallway. As they were turning toward the large double doors so they could leave, they heard the automatic locking system turn on.
"What in the world? What is going on?", demanded a frightened Fiona.
"What are you talking about?" questioned Caitlin. She then noticed Fiona's eyes going from the locked doors to the clock hands that were spinning insanely. Fiona scurried over to Lindsay and hugged her for dear life once she noticed that everyone was gone, from inside the building and out, except for them.
Lindsay, on the other hand, was smiling impishly. "Perfect.", she said distractedly, "I was getting bored."
Fiona and Caitlin looked at her, horrified. "How can you say that?", Fiona yelled. "For all you know, the Academy is haunted!"
Then the girls noticed an odd sort of distortion, like when you're looking over the top of a gas grill after it's been lit for a while, coming from the end of the hallway
"Even if everything that just happened were normal, I'm sure that," Fiona paused and pointed toward the contorted , "can't be."
The girls stood and stared at it for a few seconds until Lindsay wisely commented, "Is it just me, Caity, or is it coming toward us?"
It only took two seconds for what Lindsay had said to sink in. Caitlin grabbed Lindsay and Fiona and started to drag them towards the other end of the hallway. Of course, she didn't have to do that for more than a millisecond because the other two girls soon found their feet and started running. As Fiona glanced back at the curtain of distortion, she saw that the faster they ran the faster the distortion came at them. The girls soon reached the end of the hallway and realized too late that there was no exit. They turned to face the distortion and it overtook them.