A few weeks later, Kiera was in art, her favorite class of the day, when the phone rang and Kiera was reluctantly sent to Mr. Robinson's class.
"What now?" She asked, too tired to deal with him after almost a week of slaying every night. "Just tell me who to kill and let me get it over with."
"Yes, well, there was a spider over in that corner," He told her, glaring, "But I think I was able to shoo it out the window."
"Spider? What?" She questioned, then looked over to the classroom full of people, "Right, the spider, because you're afraid of them. And I'm not."
"Can I please speak with you outside, Miss White?" He asked, coughing to indicate it wasn't actually a question.
"Sure," she said loudly, more to the class than to the teacher beconing her into the hallway, "So we can talk, " she paused, thinking back to what they were talking about and made a funny face as she said, "about the spider..."
"You didn't come see me this morning," He reprimanded, "You know you're supposed to come see me every morning and tell me what happened when you were patroling, but you didn't."
"Yes, I did," she reminded him, yawning, "can I go now?"
"No, you most cirtinly did not," he told her, moving in front of her so she couldn't leave, "don't lie to me. I'm your watcher. You have to be honest with me or lives could be put at stake."
"Good thing i didn't lie then," Kiera eyed her watcher wearily, "besides, lives are at put at stake no matter what I do. Lucky for them, my watcher thinks he's taught me how to live without sleep, so I go kill the vampires that would put their lives at stake every single night."
"Kiera, I'm not joking," Mr. Robinson raised his voice at her, "It is vital that you come and see me every morning and that you be honest."
"Did someone spike your tea or something?" she asked rudely, "I was there. I was on time, too!"
"I don't have time for this Kiera," he exhaled frustratedly, "Come see me at the end of the day. And I mean it. I'll expect you to be there at two twenty three this after noon. Not a minute later. Understand?"
"Two twenty three, got it." she said, brushing past him to get back to art class.
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"It's two twenty three, right?" Kiera asked her watcher as she ran into his class, "I'm not late?"
"Yes, you're on time," he told her, "but even if you had been late than it would have been more than I could have said for you this morning."
"If you don't mind, I've written a little something and I'd appreciate it if you signed it." she said, pulling out a piece of paper for him to sign."
"'It is exactly 2:23 pm and Kiera White is in my room, on time. Even though I may forget this encounter later, this document may be used as proof that she was here on time.'" He read alloud, "Cute, Kiera, very cute. But that doesn't get you out of not coming before homeroom."
"That's my point, I did come!" she exclaimed, "I came; we talked about slaying; I made fun of your tie; you got all red and said you got it for christmas from your aunt; I told you that you needed to get out more; you said i needed to get out less and be more sensible; I blamed you for all the patroling; any of this ringing a bell?"
"How did you know where I got my tie?" he inquired, begining to question himself.
"You told me!" she yelled, "What happened to you?"
"I-I don't know" he stammered, "Now that I think about it, I can't really remember anything from the time i parked my car in the parking lot to the middle of first period."
"Why not," Kiera asked, jumping up to sit on his desk.
"If I knew, do you think we'd actually be discussing it?" he asked her, pulling out his hankercheif to clean his glasses.
"What's that?" she asked, picking up a small flower that fell out of his pocket when he took out the hankercheif, "It's kinda pretty."
"It looks a bit like Lethe's Bramble," he said, "used in spells for forgetting and mind control."
"And you just know that off the top of your head?" she questioned her watcher, stunned.
"I'm a watcher and a biology teacher," he explained, staring at the plant, "I know almost all of the plants used in witchcraft by heart."
"Witchcraft?" she asked, "so we have a witch in school?"
"It would seem that way, wouldn't it?" he told her, grabbing a few books on witchcraft from behind his desk, "Now we have to focus on finding him or her and stopping them. Did you notice anything odd this morning when you came to see me?"
"Nope," she said, thinking back to the morning, "Eddie Branlin was rushing to get his homework done before you collected it; Cheryl Moore was finishing a conversation with you about her grades when I walked in; Suzy Solecito was flirting simultaniously with Brad, Johnny, and Kevin, who were trying to impress her with their lacrosse stories; and Margarite, Rachel, and Emily were gossiping about Brittany, who sat across the room from them. I think everything was pretty much the same as it always is."
"What about Brittany?" he asked, "I thought the four of them were the best of friends."
"Nope," she explained, "Margarite caught her making out with Bobby at the ice rink last friday and now they're all fighting."
"It must be her then," he said, "everything else seems normal, except for Cheryl, of course, but she's failing and could have to retake the course next year, so it's only to be expected that she would want some extra credit before report cards go home."
"So, we go to Brittany's then?" she asked him, grabbing her coat and heading for the door.
"Do you know where she lives?" he asked, grabbing his coat as well and following her out.
"Yeah, I used to be in their little clique, but then I didn't make the lacrosse team," she explained, "after that, they were too cool for me, so Rachel became their new best buddy."
"You didn't make the lacrosse team?" he inquired, confused, "But you're a slayer! You have a huge advantage over the other girls! I would have thought you'd make the team without even trying!"
"Um, no," she tried to tell him as if he was two, "Coach Houston has the whole varsity team picked out when they're seven at his lacrosse summer camp."
"He shouldn't be aloud to do that," Mr. Robinson stated.
"He wins state championships," she muttered, "who's gonna stop him?" when her teacher couldn't think of anything else to say, she just opened the passanger door to his car and told him, "come on, lets go find the witch."
