Birds of Prey
Summary: Dave gets Carter into more than a little trouble when he asks Carter to substitute at a local junior high.
Disclaimer: All the regular characters belong to the big guys that are high, high above me, but me myself, no, I don't own 'em.
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"God, are you seeing this?" Abby asked, turning to Luka who was still staring at the screen.
"Interesting..." he said.
"What are we watching to- Oh my God... uh oh... Uh, gotta go!" Dave said when he saw the screen.
"Dave? What are you running away from?" Abby tore her eyes from the TV and looked at him.
"You mean Carter didn't tell you?" Dave asked, partly surprised, "That's strange..."
"Didn't tell us what?" Abby asked.
"Uh, nothing! B'bye! I have a patient who swallowed a knife in curtain four-"
"Dave..."
"Sorry, Abby, can't hear you!" Dave said, jogging away.
"Luka, do you know anyone who came in here with a knife down their throat?" Abby asked, looking the board up and down.
"Huh?" Luka looked away from the TV at Abby. He hadn't been paying attention to anything but what was going on on the news.
"Do you know anyone who swallowed a knife that came in here?"
"Uh, yeah, last week, but Dave fixed it and discharged him... Why?"
"I have to talk to Dave..." Abby said.
"Uh huh..." Luka said, absentmindedly. He was engulfed by the story. It intrigued him.
"...They have made no demands so far, but the police are trying to get in contact with the hostage takers. The terrorists have taken over the whole third floor of the school, which includes at least twenty-five students, and three teachers. Oh! This just in! One of the teachers, it seems, is playing spy for the police. He has gotten in touch with the police somehow without the terrorists knowing. Oh! Is that him up by the window?" the camera turned to a window on the top floor of the building. By the window, a brown-haired man had his back to the camera, but was making signals with his hands behind his back. Luka squinted. The man seemed to be wearing suspenders, but it was unclear. Soon, a masked man went to the window and closed the blinds. Soon, Luka was sure he knew that back.
"Uh, Abby? Do you know why Carter couldn't make it in today..." he trailed off when he realized Abby was gone. He looked around. Suddenly, he heard shouting.
"Dave! I am through with playing games! What the heck do you know about this and what on earth does Carter have to do with it!" Abby sounded angry. Luka followed the yelling to an exam room.
"Uh, Abby?" Luka asked, interrupting the fight. He stifled a laugh at what he saw before him. Dave was shoved against the wall and Abby had her hand in a fist, threateningly.
"Hey! Don't laugh! She's stronger than she looks!" Dave protested.
"Anyway," Luka said, smiling, "Do you know why Carter couldn't make it in today? He didn't give Weaver a reason, did he?"
"No, I don't know why and I don't know if he gave her a reason or not... Why?" Abby asked.
"Well, I was just watching the news, and I *swear* I saw Carter in that building..."
"WHAT?!" Abby took her hand away from Dave's throat. Dave relaxed and rubbed it. But soon, when she got over the shock, she turned back to Dave who stiffened again.
"Why is he in that school?" she demanded.
"Uh, gee, well, don't I feel guilty..." Dave rubbed the back of his neck, "Um, I have a friend, she's the principal and she's pretty mad at me right now, so I offered to substitute..." Abby looked at, Dave, disbelieving, "Yeah, yeah, I know, don't seem like the kid loving type, but a promise is a promise. So she asked me to sub today for eighth grade Science... It's a Junior High, you remember? So I said yes, but then Weaver said 'be here, or die,' and so I had to cancel. But Carter gracefully offered to take my place. So... I let him," Dave finished.
"Carter's subbing for eighth grade Science?" Luka and Abby said together.
"Uh, yeah... But now, I feel bad, what with that new hostage situation and all..."
"What's all this screaming about?" Kerry asked when she came in. Abby turned away from Dave, much to his relief, and to Kerry.
"Carter," Abby answered, "He's stuck in a school that's been taken over by terrorists," Abby turned back to Dave, "So... How did it all start?" Dave took a deep breath and began...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 6:30 AM That Morning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yeah... Sure... Hey, I promised, didn't I? And a promise is a promise... What do you mean I break my promises?" Dave stared at the receiver, "Look, Jenna, I told you, I'll be there! Yeah, I promise! Wild horses couldn't drive me away! OK, bye!" Dave hung up. As soon as his fingers let go of the phone, it rang again. He picked it up.
"Jenna?" he asked.
"No, It's Dr. Weaver,"
"Hey, chief," he said, dully.
"Malucci, we need you in here today. We are really busy and we need all the help we can get."
"But-"
"Malucci, I don't care if you made prior plans that you think are more important, be here!" and with that, she hung up. Dave hung up with a sigh and it rang again.
"Look, Weaver, I-"
"Weaver? It's Carter, Dave!" came an amused voice on the other end.
"Carter? Did Weaver catch you too?" Dave asked.
"What? No..." Carter sounded confused.
"You mean you don't have to go in today?"
"No, I have the day off."
"What? I had the day off, but they said they were shorthanded! She really likes to pick on me, doesn't she?"
"Guess so."
"Look, Carter, if you're not doing anything today, I was thinking that maybe you could do me a favor," Dave asked.
"Depends. What do you want?"
"Well, I promised my ex-girlfriend that I'd substitute a science class for her today, but Weaver called and... Well, she won't let me go to teach some kids biology! So, I was wondering... Could you do it? If I cancel on Jenna, she'll be madder than she already is," Dave informed Carter.
"Uh, yeah, I guess... Why not?"
"Thanks, Carter!" Dave smiled and gave him the address of the school and hung up.
"Perfect!" he sighed, "This is going to be a great day!"
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"Obviously, I was wrong!" Dave finished, "Today has not been a good day for me at all!"
"Yeah..." Abby sighed.
"Dave... You said Carter offered to take your place..." Kerry said, suspiciously.
"Yeah, your point?"
"From your story, it sounds as if you proposed the idea."
"Oh, that's not important right now!" Dave looked around, trying to change the subject.
"But... Why did these people take over a school?" Abby asked to Dave's relief.
"Who knows? That's something you'll have to ask Carter," Dave shrugged.
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Carter walked into the Junior High and saw a smiling young woman with wavy brown hair.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Um, yeah, I'm here for Dr. Dave Malucci..."
"Oh God, don't tell me. Family emergency?" the woman's smile faded and there was an exasperated look in her eyes.
"Actually, no, the chief of staff called him in. It's a life or death situation with her. So I'm filling in for him. I'm Dr. Carter," Carter extended his hand. The woman shook it.
"Jenna Morgan. Principal. Your class is on the third floor, Dr. Carter," she smiled a weak smile. Carter saw that she was depressed. She looked frail and had a wan complexion. Carter had a feeling she wasn't doing to well.
"Thanks," he said, and climbed his room to his science class.
When he entered the room, he found half of his homeroom class already sitting there, expectantly waiting for the bell to ring signifying their first class. That's what they did all day. Wait for the bell to ring, wait for the bell to ring again and then go home. It's what they did everyday. But little did they know that today was different. It was different because today, one sixteen-year-old and three eighteen-year-olds were coming in to the school to give speeches. But they weren't just planning on giving speeches. Oh no, they were planning on doing a whole lot more. Most of these teens had problems growing up and they blamed it on the school. And so, they were planning to teach the school a lesson. Starting with the Junior High. The bell rang and the children left. Four minutes later, Carter's next class started.
"Hello, people!" he said when the kids came in.
"Who are you? And where's Ms. Stewart?" a boy inquired.
"Who do you think I am?" Carter replied.
"How are we supposed to know?" the same boy asked, "You're a sub!"
"That's right, I'm a sub!" answered Carter, "And I am going to teach you science today... Yes?" he asked, for one girl had her hand raised.
"What do you know about science?" she asked, "A lot of our subs don't know anything about science. They just hand out worksheets and tell us to do them. It's what they do all the time. So, do you know anything about science or is that what you're going to do? Because if you are going to do that, I just want to tell you, it's not very educational," Carter laughed at the girl's comment. She was right, it wasn't very educational because he was just handing out worksheets without even knowing if they covered and understood the material. So he sat down comfortably in his chair and said,
"I happen to know a lot about science."
"You do?" the same girl asked, "Why? How?" Carter wanted to find out about these students, be a good teacher.
"What's your name?" he questioned her.
"Me?" the girl indicated herself, "I'm Claire. Why?"
"Well, Claire, I am John Carter. And, I am a doctor. A medical doctor."
"You're a doctor?" asked one boy, disbelieving, "How'd a dope like you become a doctor?"
"Yes, I am a doctor, and I'm smarter than you think. What's your name?" Carter asked.
"Why do you want to know what my name is?" asked the kid.
"Oh don't listen to him, that's just Mitch! He's annoying. He gives all substitutes a hard time!" Claire informed Carter.
"I can see that!"
"I don't give them a hard time, I just give them what they deserve!"
"Yeah, you know what, Mitch? You're right! You don't give substitutes a hard time, you give *all* teachers a hard time!" Claire said, "So just ignore him!"
"Thanks for the advice, Claire," Carter smiled, "I repeat, yes I am a doctor. I work down at the Cook County General Hospital in the ER. You have to know a lot about science to work there."
"You do work there?" asked another girl. Carter turned to look at her. She was African-American and looked very stylish.
"For the third time, yes, I do work there as a doctor. And you are?" Carter inquired.
"Oh, me? My name's Angela. I'm Claire's friend."
"Thank you, Angela."
"Hey, did you ever see anyone die?" asked one boy. Carter turned to him.
"Your name?"
"I'm Alex. Well? Did you?" he pressed. Carter laughed. This was an interesting group of students.
"I see many people die, why?"
"Cool!" Alex said, "That's awesome!"
"No, it's not cool, Alex. Seeing people die is a very not nice experience," the next sentence, he muttered under his breath, "Especially if you know the person."
"Excuse me?" Claire asked, "What was that last part, Dr. Carter?"
"Uh, nothing, Claire."
"He said: 'Especially if you know the person,'" Angela smirked.
"There's Angela and her beautiful sense of hearing!" Claire declared, "What do you mean?"
"Uh, well..." He'd seen many people die, but there was one death that made a large impact on his life, "Nothing, really, I don't mean anything."
"Did you ever see anyone you know die?" Claire pressed on. Interesting group of kids, but also very nosey. Carter hesitated.
"No."
"You're lying," Angela said. Carter turned again to the girl.
"How do you know that?"
"Oh she knows *everything!*" Claire said, bored, "She's like, a mind reader! She has great hearing, great eyesight... She's perfect! And excellent taste in fashion!"
"Says who?" Mitch demanded.
"Says everyone!" Claire told him. Carter turned to Angela.
"I see a lot of things, everyday Angela, you wouldn't believe me," Carter whispered.
"I saw a car accident with people bleeding!" one boy declared.
"So? I saw a tumbled building after an earthquake! My older sister was inside! She made it out, but she was hurt bad!" another boy cried. All over, people began calling out accidents they'd seen, happy for the attention. Carter smiled. Maybe now was time to share his story.
"I saw a very good friend of mine murdered," he sighed. This silenced the room, for no one had said anything like this. For once, Claire wasn't nosey. In fact, Carter understood, she looked as if she could sympathize with his pain. Then, he realized that she hadn't said anything during the exchange of bloody stories. Her eyes glistened. Carter realized she was on the verge of tears. She quickly changed the subject, her voice shaking.
"So, are you going to teach us science or tell us your adventures at Cook County?" she smiled, wanly. But it was now Alex's turn to be nosey.
"So, how did it happen, Carter? Was he shot, strangled, mutilated?" the kid didn't have an ounce of sympathy.
"I don't think he wants to talk about it..." Claire started.
"Sure he does! He wouldn't have told us if he didn't want to talk about it!"
"Maybe later," Carter said, "Now, Claire's right, I have a science class to teach!" he looked over the desk for a lesson plan. Suddenly, the doors burst open and two men with black masks entered carrying guns.
"All right, everyone on the floor, you, too, Mr. Teacher!" they screamed. For a split second, all the kids did was stare.
"You better do what they say, kids," Carter said, slowly getting to the floor himself. "Or one of your stories could happen to you."
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OK, OK, I know this is funky with all the time changes and all, but just work with me! And please, review, I love reviews! Reviews are COOL!
Summary: Dave gets Carter into more than a little trouble when he asks Carter to substitute at a local junior high.
Disclaimer: All the regular characters belong to the big guys that are high, high above me, but me myself, no, I don't own 'em.
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"God, are you seeing this?" Abby asked, turning to Luka who was still staring at the screen.
"Interesting..." he said.
"What are we watching to- Oh my God... uh oh... Uh, gotta go!" Dave said when he saw the screen.
"Dave? What are you running away from?" Abby tore her eyes from the TV and looked at him.
"You mean Carter didn't tell you?" Dave asked, partly surprised, "That's strange..."
"Didn't tell us what?" Abby asked.
"Uh, nothing! B'bye! I have a patient who swallowed a knife in curtain four-"
"Dave..."
"Sorry, Abby, can't hear you!" Dave said, jogging away.
"Luka, do you know anyone who came in here with a knife down their throat?" Abby asked, looking the board up and down.
"Huh?" Luka looked away from the TV at Abby. He hadn't been paying attention to anything but what was going on on the news.
"Do you know anyone who swallowed a knife that came in here?"
"Uh, yeah, last week, but Dave fixed it and discharged him... Why?"
"I have to talk to Dave..." Abby said.
"Uh huh..." Luka said, absentmindedly. He was engulfed by the story. It intrigued him.
"...They have made no demands so far, but the police are trying to get in contact with the hostage takers. The terrorists have taken over the whole third floor of the school, which includes at least twenty-five students, and three teachers. Oh! This just in! One of the teachers, it seems, is playing spy for the police. He has gotten in touch with the police somehow without the terrorists knowing. Oh! Is that him up by the window?" the camera turned to a window on the top floor of the building. By the window, a brown-haired man had his back to the camera, but was making signals with his hands behind his back. Luka squinted. The man seemed to be wearing suspenders, but it was unclear. Soon, a masked man went to the window and closed the blinds. Soon, Luka was sure he knew that back.
"Uh, Abby? Do you know why Carter couldn't make it in today..." he trailed off when he realized Abby was gone. He looked around. Suddenly, he heard shouting.
"Dave! I am through with playing games! What the heck do you know about this and what on earth does Carter have to do with it!" Abby sounded angry. Luka followed the yelling to an exam room.
"Uh, Abby?" Luka asked, interrupting the fight. He stifled a laugh at what he saw before him. Dave was shoved against the wall and Abby had her hand in a fist, threateningly.
"Hey! Don't laugh! She's stronger than she looks!" Dave protested.
"Anyway," Luka said, smiling, "Do you know why Carter couldn't make it in today? He didn't give Weaver a reason, did he?"
"No, I don't know why and I don't know if he gave her a reason or not... Why?" Abby asked.
"Well, I was just watching the news, and I *swear* I saw Carter in that building..."
"WHAT?!" Abby took her hand away from Dave's throat. Dave relaxed and rubbed it. But soon, when she got over the shock, she turned back to Dave who stiffened again.
"Why is he in that school?" she demanded.
"Uh, gee, well, don't I feel guilty..." Dave rubbed the back of his neck, "Um, I have a friend, she's the principal and she's pretty mad at me right now, so I offered to substitute..." Abby looked at, Dave, disbelieving, "Yeah, yeah, I know, don't seem like the kid loving type, but a promise is a promise. So she asked me to sub today for eighth grade Science... It's a Junior High, you remember? So I said yes, but then Weaver said 'be here, or die,' and so I had to cancel. But Carter gracefully offered to take my place. So... I let him," Dave finished.
"Carter's subbing for eighth grade Science?" Luka and Abby said together.
"Uh, yeah... But now, I feel bad, what with that new hostage situation and all..."
"What's all this screaming about?" Kerry asked when she came in. Abby turned away from Dave, much to his relief, and to Kerry.
"Carter," Abby answered, "He's stuck in a school that's been taken over by terrorists," Abby turned back to Dave, "So... How did it all start?" Dave took a deep breath and began...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 6:30 AM That Morning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yeah... Sure... Hey, I promised, didn't I? And a promise is a promise... What do you mean I break my promises?" Dave stared at the receiver, "Look, Jenna, I told you, I'll be there! Yeah, I promise! Wild horses couldn't drive me away! OK, bye!" Dave hung up. As soon as his fingers let go of the phone, it rang again. He picked it up.
"Jenna?" he asked.
"No, It's Dr. Weaver,"
"Hey, chief," he said, dully.
"Malucci, we need you in here today. We are really busy and we need all the help we can get."
"But-"
"Malucci, I don't care if you made prior plans that you think are more important, be here!" and with that, she hung up. Dave hung up with a sigh and it rang again.
"Look, Weaver, I-"
"Weaver? It's Carter, Dave!" came an amused voice on the other end.
"Carter? Did Weaver catch you too?" Dave asked.
"What? No..." Carter sounded confused.
"You mean you don't have to go in today?"
"No, I have the day off."
"What? I had the day off, but they said they were shorthanded! She really likes to pick on me, doesn't she?"
"Guess so."
"Look, Carter, if you're not doing anything today, I was thinking that maybe you could do me a favor," Dave asked.
"Depends. What do you want?"
"Well, I promised my ex-girlfriend that I'd substitute a science class for her today, but Weaver called and... Well, she won't let me go to teach some kids biology! So, I was wondering... Could you do it? If I cancel on Jenna, she'll be madder than she already is," Dave informed Carter.
"Uh, yeah, I guess... Why not?"
"Thanks, Carter!" Dave smiled and gave him the address of the school and hung up.
"Perfect!" he sighed, "This is going to be a great day!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Now *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Obviously, I was wrong!" Dave finished, "Today has not been a good day for me at all!"
"Yeah..." Abby sighed.
"Dave... You said Carter offered to take your place..." Kerry said, suspiciously.
"Yeah, your point?"
"From your story, it sounds as if you proposed the idea."
"Oh, that's not important right now!" Dave looked around, trying to change the subject.
"But... Why did these people take over a school?" Abby asked to Dave's relief.
"Who knows? That's something you'll have to ask Carter," Dave shrugged.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 8:00 AM That Morning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Carter walked into the Junior High and saw a smiling young woman with wavy brown hair.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Um, yeah, I'm here for Dr. Dave Malucci..."
"Oh God, don't tell me. Family emergency?" the woman's smile faded and there was an exasperated look in her eyes.
"Actually, no, the chief of staff called him in. It's a life or death situation with her. So I'm filling in for him. I'm Dr. Carter," Carter extended his hand. The woman shook it.
"Jenna Morgan. Principal. Your class is on the third floor, Dr. Carter," she smiled a weak smile. Carter saw that she was depressed. She looked frail and had a wan complexion. Carter had a feeling she wasn't doing to well.
"Thanks," he said, and climbed his room to his science class.
When he entered the room, he found half of his homeroom class already sitting there, expectantly waiting for the bell to ring signifying their first class. That's what they did all day. Wait for the bell to ring, wait for the bell to ring again and then go home. It's what they did everyday. But little did they know that today was different. It was different because today, one sixteen-year-old and three eighteen-year-olds were coming in to the school to give speeches. But they weren't just planning on giving speeches. Oh no, they were planning on doing a whole lot more. Most of these teens had problems growing up and they blamed it on the school. And so, they were planning to teach the school a lesson. Starting with the Junior High. The bell rang and the children left. Four minutes later, Carter's next class started.
"Hello, people!" he said when the kids came in.
"Who are you? And where's Ms. Stewart?" a boy inquired.
"Who do you think I am?" Carter replied.
"How are we supposed to know?" the same boy asked, "You're a sub!"
"That's right, I'm a sub!" answered Carter, "And I am going to teach you science today... Yes?" he asked, for one girl had her hand raised.
"What do you know about science?" she asked, "A lot of our subs don't know anything about science. They just hand out worksheets and tell us to do them. It's what they do all the time. So, do you know anything about science or is that what you're going to do? Because if you are going to do that, I just want to tell you, it's not very educational," Carter laughed at the girl's comment. She was right, it wasn't very educational because he was just handing out worksheets without even knowing if they covered and understood the material. So he sat down comfortably in his chair and said,
"I happen to know a lot about science."
"You do?" the same girl asked, "Why? How?" Carter wanted to find out about these students, be a good teacher.
"What's your name?" he questioned her.
"Me?" the girl indicated herself, "I'm Claire. Why?"
"Well, Claire, I am John Carter. And, I am a doctor. A medical doctor."
"You're a doctor?" asked one boy, disbelieving, "How'd a dope like you become a doctor?"
"Yes, I am a doctor, and I'm smarter than you think. What's your name?" Carter asked.
"Why do you want to know what my name is?" asked the kid.
"Oh don't listen to him, that's just Mitch! He's annoying. He gives all substitutes a hard time!" Claire informed Carter.
"I can see that!"
"I don't give them a hard time, I just give them what they deserve!"
"Yeah, you know what, Mitch? You're right! You don't give substitutes a hard time, you give *all* teachers a hard time!" Claire said, "So just ignore him!"
"Thanks for the advice, Claire," Carter smiled, "I repeat, yes I am a doctor. I work down at the Cook County General Hospital in the ER. You have to know a lot about science to work there."
"You do work there?" asked another girl. Carter turned to look at her. She was African-American and looked very stylish.
"For the third time, yes, I do work there as a doctor. And you are?" Carter inquired.
"Oh, me? My name's Angela. I'm Claire's friend."
"Thank you, Angela."
"Hey, did you ever see anyone die?" asked one boy. Carter turned to him.
"Your name?"
"I'm Alex. Well? Did you?" he pressed. Carter laughed. This was an interesting group of students.
"I see many people die, why?"
"Cool!" Alex said, "That's awesome!"
"No, it's not cool, Alex. Seeing people die is a very not nice experience," the next sentence, he muttered under his breath, "Especially if you know the person."
"Excuse me?" Claire asked, "What was that last part, Dr. Carter?"
"Uh, nothing, Claire."
"He said: 'Especially if you know the person,'" Angela smirked.
"There's Angela and her beautiful sense of hearing!" Claire declared, "What do you mean?"
"Uh, well..." He'd seen many people die, but there was one death that made a large impact on his life, "Nothing, really, I don't mean anything."
"Did you ever see anyone you know die?" Claire pressed on. Interesting group of kids, but also very nosey. Carter hesitated.
"No."
"You're lying," Angela said. Carter turned again to the girl.
"How do you know that?"
"Oh she knows *everything!*" Claire said, bored, "She's like, a mind reader! She has great hearing, great eyesight... She's perfect! And excellent taste in fashion!"
"Says who?" Mitch demanded.
"Says everyone!" Claire told him. Carter turned to Angela.
"I see a lot of things, everyday Angela, you wouldn't believe me," Carter whispered.
"I saw a car accident with people bleeding!" one boy declared.
"So? I saw a tumbled building after an earthquake! My older sister was inside! She made it out, but she was hurt bad!" another boy cried. All over, people began calling out accidents they'd seen, happy for the attention. Carter smiled. Maybe now was time to share his story.
"I saw a very good friend of mine murdered," he sighed. This silenced the room, for no one had said anything like this. For once, Claire wasn't nosey. In fact, Carter understood, she looked as if she could sympathize with his pain. Then, he realized that she hadn't said anything during the exchange of bloody stories. Her eyes glistened. Carter realized she was on the verge of tears. She quickly changed the subject, her voice shaking.
"So, are you going to teach us science or tell us your adventures at Cook County?" she smiled, wanly. But it was now Alex's turn to be nosey.
"So, how did it happen, Carter? Was he shot, strangled, mutilated?" the kid didn't have an ounce of sympathy.
"I don't think he wants to talk about it..." Claire started.
"Sure he does! He wouldn't have told us if he didn't want to talk about it!"
"Maybe later," Carter said, "Now, Claire's right, I have a science class to teach!" he looked over the desk for a lesson plan. Suddenly, the doors burst open and two men with black masks entered carrying guns.
"All right, everyone on the floor, you, too, Mr. Teacher!" they screamed. For a split second, all the kids did was stare.
"You better do what they say, kids," Carter said, slowly getting to the floor himself. "Or one of your stories could happen to you."
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OK, OK, I know this is funky with all the time changes and all, but just work with me! And please, review, I love reviews! Reviews are COOL!