Hii, thanks for clicking on this story! I know it's short, I'm sorry. It's three AM here and I have to get up in four hours for volleyball practice (whoops lol). The next ones will be longer but I was inspired to write this! I hope you enjoy and I'll try to get the next chapter up later today! :)
The clock read half past nine. The bell rang five minutes ago. His eyes darted from the whiteboard to the door every twenty seconds as he scribbled down notes. The class was uncomfortably quiet without her here. His mind clouded with panicked questions. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she in trouble? He tapped his fingers against his desk while he leg bounced impatiently. He needed to get out of there and find her and fast.
"Marco," a voice whispered behind him. "Psst, Marco!" Marco knew of the consequences of talking during class, so he didn't turn to see what Ferguson had to say. Ignoring his friend worked for a minute, until a wad of paper bounced against Marco's head and fell silently to the floor. Marco glared at his friend over his shoulder. Ferguson pointed to the paper and whispered, "Read it."
With an eye roll, Marco leaned over the arm of his desk and grabbed the ball of paper. This better be important, he thought with a scowl as he opened the note. In Ferguson's hard to read handwriting, the words made Marco's heart jump:
If you're looking for Star, I saw her leave last period with some cranky old lady who looks like a mean poodle.
"Psst, Marco," Ferguson whispered again, leaning over his desk so he could be closer to speak. This time, Marco turned on the first call. Ferguson knew how bad the situation was when he saw the worry on his friend's face. Still, he asked, "Is it bad?"
"It's really bad," Marco breathed. "I need to save her ASAP."
Ferguson smiled a little. "Need backup?"
Marco nodded and gathered his stuff. "I'll grab Alfonzo."
"Aw, yeah! Rescue mission! Okay, time for the distraction." Ferguson cleared his throat and stood. Marco watched him curiously, already pulling his bag over his shoulder. He pointed a thick finger across the room and yelled, "Oh my god! There's a SPIDER in Brittany's hair! Oh, ew, it's huge! And hairy! And I think we need to evacuate!"
Brittany screamed and jumped to her feet. "Get it out, get it out!" The people around her scrambled over each other to get away. Brittany swatted at her hair and shouted orders to her fellow cheerleaders to get the bug out of her hair.
Some guy pointed at the ground and shouted, "Is that it on the floor?!" This caused even more distress. The remaining people in their seats jumped and ran out of the classroom. The teacher waved her hands frantically, trying to get the kids' attention, but there was too much yelling. Marco couldn't help but laugh at the commotion Ferguson managed to create. Alfonzo climbed over seats and used people's heads and shoulders for support as he fought his way to his friends. Ferguson caught Alfonzo's arms as the skinnier boy stumbled over a desk.
"Although this is the funniest thing that's ever happened," Alfonzo said, crossing his arms over his chest, "why'd you do this, Ferguson?"
"Star's in trouble," Ferguson explained. Alfonzo's face fell and he looked at Marco.
"What happened?"
"She was kidnapped by an uptight old lady and it's up to us to save her before we lose her for good. But guys, this woman is a force to be reckoned with. She's unforgiving and cruel. You don't have to come if you don't want to." But please want to, Marco begged, because I could use the help.
"Is it in another dimension?" Ferguson asked.
Marco sighed, "Yes."
"We're in!" he shouted.
"Great, then let's go."
"Where are we going, exactly?" Alfonzo asked.
Marco clenched his jaw. "St. Olga's Reform School for Wayward Princesses."