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Thismeans that they're reading a letter.
Sarah was so much gladder now that she had finally communicated somewhat with the phantom, and her heart felt as though it was about to burst with joy. That was why she had been fading so quickly yet slowly – the two were having different emotions at the time.
"I wish I could tell you who I truly was," she sighed to the picture that she had up of the phantom. "If only I could create a lair just like you had, but within the school… wait…. I can! The spare classroom with the actors' closets! Oh wait, they need that… hm… they need the band and choir rooms… perhaps one of the other classrooms in the basement… wait, that classroom below the stairs, the one I didn't know existed until I explored in the night!"
But as she began to watch the students from within throughout the day, she saw that they used that classroom for students who were slower in reading and writing. She fumed silently before beginning to plot her next idea for hiding her newest lair in. her original lair was still her bedroom – a place that her brothers had wisely left abandoned for her continued use – and otherwise her lair was box five, or rather the room that she had once gone to for German.
"Did you hear? Craig Merrythought is retiring," she heard her would-be English teacher.
It had been a persistence of hers that she put different students and tutoring lessons inside the classroom that was nearby, and she now realized what to do. The teacher had left it mostly empty, and rarely used it for his own personal use. The man was smart, and even kind, but was silent after the one time he had seen her.
"I won't tell," he had promised.
So, the next month, after the finals ended, Sarah gladly moved her things into his classroom, leaving a note for the principals, saying that it was to remain empty so that she could tutor people. That was, of course, a façade, and her true intent was to use it for her own personal hideout and bedroom.
"We can't just let the phantom control us in the summer!" Fernard had shouted.
"We don't have a choice," Andre sighed. "She will destroy us as she did all the others who attacked her or made her angry. I believe we should give her the classroom. After all, if she wants to tutor someone, then perhaps they show signs of something she once had in life."
"You're an idiot!" Fernard shouted as Andrew walked in.
"I have a note, sir," he said gravely. "From the Learning Fantôme."
"What now?" they moaned. "Surely this can wait?"
"No, my friends, it cannot," Andrew said wearily as the two tore open the letter and began to read.
Gentlemen, I have now sent you a few notes stating my requests and needs for the upcoming school years. Naturally I see that you are upset, however I find that obedience is always the best policy unless you would like to find yourselves without a football team. After all, there are still many who were there at the time of my death who have not been struck yet. I want a room in the bottom floor of the school; you shall know which one it is by finding it locked within the week. Should my commands be ignored, you will have brought a plague upon your school and community. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient and permanent student. L.F.
"As I said," Andrew swallowed fearfully. "It would not be wise to insult her."
"You are a cowardice fool," Andre barked. "You haven't the spine to stand up to the ghost of your own daughter!"
"She was raped and then stabbed, dragged away, and has been dead for seven years!" Andrew roared with tears flowing from his face. "Don't you see that she can't pass on until someone finally makes her happy?!"
"You're obsessed," Fernard said rolling his eyes. "Andre, just let the ghost have the room of its choice. If it will get the two ghosts out of our hair, I don't care what happens!"
Sarah smiled at his statement and ran downstairs with her new classroom lock. It didn't take long for her to remove the doorknob, and as she put the new one on, she saw the same janitor staring at her in shock and horror. Without a word, she lunged for him, ramming him against the wall.
"One word of this and you shall be losing your neck," she snarled quietly into his ear. "One word and I shall make sure you don't live to see the outside of the school again."
"Yes, L.F…. just please…. Don't kill me," he murmured. "My wife, my children…"
"Can live without a loudmouth," she said coldly, and he paled. "Got it?"
He nodded, and she released him, jerking him back long enough to whisper "I shall also require assistance to move some things into this classroom". After he fled, she knew that she had won the war and had put everything in motion.
"Full Wi-Fi access," she smiled as she entered her new domain and shut the door behind her to have it lock behind her. "Complete with a view of the parking lot, I can hear what goes on in the history classroom next door, and I can work on my plots and murders in complete peace and solitude, without having to worry about being caught. How could it get any better than this?"
"And you're sure this is the room the phantom wanted?" she heard a woman ask, and she cringed as she realized that she had been betrayed by the two vice-principals. She quickly moved into the next classroom over and hid behind the door so that they couldn't see her no matter what.
"We're sure, the phantom has been plaguing us and it sent us a note that it wanted one of the rooms on the bottom floor," she heard Fernard say quickly. "We aren't sure of how to continue."
"Well, first off, your phantom wants to be left alone," the medium said calmly as she looked around the room. "Second off, she stays here to guard the school and its citizens, even if it means risking and even sacrificing the lives of some of them for the greater good. Third, she is twelve – it will take many, many years to be able to convince her to calm down. and finally, she heard you coming and began to communicate long before I got here."
"Wait, which room did she choose?" Andre asked.
"I am not entirely sure, she wants it to stay a secret," the medium lied. "I'm getting mixed signals from her." Not to mention the fact that your phantom is actually a living teenager who has simply been in too much emotional pain to stop acting like the one that she was obsessed with before those boys drove her to madness. "I wish to speak here alone. Speaking with the more complicated ones alone tends to help things speed along much quicker."
"As you wish," Andre and Fernard said as they turned to leave.
"She wants complete solitude for the meeting, not a single soul in the school unless they are on the top floor," the medium said calmly, and the two vice-principals sighed and began to rally up what few staff members that were remaining to go up to the top.
So, what do you want to happen now? Should the medium stay, or go?
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