"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part or yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us." – Hermann Hesse
Chapter 11:
Back at the hill, Daniel had just finished downing a whole box of gobstoppers in one go. He started to feel sick to his stomach, but Sean gave him some Gatorade and he felt a little better.
I wonder if they would act any different if they knew I was karma.
His knapsack had started to get heavy with homework and books that teachers wanted them to lug around, and with every step, he felt the constant reminder of his inner nature, which screamed "Karma, Karma, Karma" with every step.
As he looked across the school, he saw the effects of him everywhere he looked. Julia had turned from a sarcastic and smart person to a sad, sulky girl who tried to stay alone for the most part. Other people who were once considered nerds for grinding their noses all year had been liberated from the grades and were now very popular, if not because they had failed, because they now saw life beyond homework and sucking up to teachers.
Only evidence that my life as Karma is worthwhile.
The bell rang, and with that, a flurry of kids moving like sheep, being herded by the ever present police and principals, who had long given up on catching Karma. Some kids moved faster, the true upper-class nerds. The ones who never cheated, and thus, never hada reason to stop being smart. Far behind them were those liberated from schoolwork and behind them were the ones who never cared at all.
It's been three weeks since my last contact with Wasabi. I seriously need to get in contact with him, D could be on the verge of catching me, since he hasn't made many announcements in the same time.
Suddenly, the lights in the classrooms went out. The students all rushed underneath their desks, and the P.A. system clicked on. A familiar voice from Daniel's time in solitary confinement was uttered through the speakers, sending shivers down the spine of the mighty Karma.
"Teachers, we are on the verge of capturing Karma. Please do not let any student leave class for any reason, as we will be checking each one for Karma. Any student absent from class or trying to leave will be a prime suspect for Karma. "
"Crap" Daniel said under his breath, reaching into his bag for the Tapioca Note. Brushing his fingers against the cover, he wondered how he was going to get out of this one. The classroom he was in was relatively small, in the C building, which means he had some time before the class was checked. The floor plan of the English class had the main class room and a book room off to the side, and since it was pitch black in the class room and all the children were huddled by the teacher making sure she knew they were there, we was able to sneak in un noticed.
The bookroom was small, but it had as many books as he could imagine at one time. He squinted and looked at some books with green covers, and pulled a few of the out. He placed the Tapioca Note flush against the wall, and replaced the books again, making sure it looked exactly as it had before.
Hopefully, this will be enough to make sure that I will not get caught today.
He snuck back into the main room and joined the mob of students around the teacher, which luckily for him, made sure that no one noticed his missing for a few seconds.
And then it began, the doors swung wide open and the Police walked into the room, guns in hand. One police man cocked his hand gun and told them to all get in their seats.
The first test of Karma is here. I will not lose to these idiots who oppose the new education system.
Chapter 11: Fin.
15. When the same name is written in two Tapioca Notes, the Note which was written in first will take effect.