The DM

"Mwahahahaha! Bow to the almighty DM!" I screeched.

"Ely, calm down. You're going to scare somebody." Rachel said.

"My feelings exactly." Jessica concurred.

"The myhomes are going to get you." I muttered.

"You can't use the myhomes! The myhomes are MINE!" Now Jessica was screeching.

"Fine! Y'all can go to the dungeon and Mr. Tentacle Tinkle Figaro FatFish can put you all in straightjackets."

"Who's Mr. Tentacle Tinkle Figaro FatFish?" Rachel asked.

"He's the big fish with tentacles who likes to put everybody in straightjackets." Jessica told her.

"And he's currently pissed at Megan because she went off and left him shrunk to the size of a goldfish and in a goldfish bowl."

"Okay. Can we actually get going now?"

Just then Mrs. Brand, the annoying Science Olympiad coach came back into the room.

"Okay, guys, time to get to work on Picture This."

"Picture This!"

"Not Picture This!"

Complaints erupted.

"Yes, Picture This." Mrs. Brand said.

"Mrs. Bra-and!!" I whined.

"E-ly!" she said in her annoying, I'm-trying-to-be-a-student-and-making-a- fool-of-myself-while-I-do voice.

"MEOW!!"

"What in freaking hell is that?" Rachel said.

"It sounded like a cat." Jessica replied.

"Meow!" It sounded again, fainter this time.

"Theres a cat in the school!" I said.

"A cat in the school?" Mrs. Brand echoed.

"I'll go see." I said, opening the door and looking around.

"We'll come with you." Rachel said, pushing me out the door. She and Jessica came out as well.

We wandered along the halls. Just as we were passing the girl's bathroom, we heard it again.

"MEOW!"

"It's in there!" I said, dashing in.

"No duh, Ely." Jessica said sarcastically. "We have ears. We can hear."

We all looked around the bathroom.

"Where is it?" I asked.

"I wouldn't know. Look in the stalls or something."

I peered into each of the stalls. Searching the bathroom didn't take long.

"There's nothing here."

"I noticed." I said dryly.

"Guys. Come here." Rachel said.

"What is it, Rachel? There's nothing here."

"No, look!" she pointed to the bottom of the mirror.

"A cat!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Maybe it's trapped in the mirror?" I suggested, looking at where the cat would have to be to be shown in the mirror like that.

"It couldn't be. The first time we heard it it was like, right next to the door." "But there's no cat here!" I said.

"Me-ow!" It sounded indignant now. I looked around. Still no cat.

"Maybe it only shows up in mirrors." Rachel said.

"Yeah!" I said. "I bet it's invisible."

"Meow!"

"It's cute!" Jessica said, reaching out to touch the mirrored cat.

Her hand went through the glass.