Stacked Deck - Chapter 8: The Many Pieces of Puzzle
Kari and I had agreed to meet at lunch before parting ways and going to our separate classes. It wasn't easy to concentrate, there were too many new thoughts in my head.
With each new idea I explored I found that the normal limits of that normal mind were suspended for me. If I concentrated enough I might be able to do anything, and that scared me. Knowledge of.. spells, for a lack of a better word, were imbedded in a level of my consciousness and I could literally do anything.
Nothing I found told me how I was going to of help the other Angels though.
"Takeru! Will you stop woolgathering?"
Laughter rang through that classroom and I could feel myself blushing. I never get in trouble, never stand out. Glaring at a few of the louder students, not noticing when they strangely fall silent, I turned to Mrs. Khalad. She stared back, expectant. I thought back. I knew I had heard the question she had posed, but what was it?
:List the steps for obtaining the answer to question 7 on the assignment sheet.:
So I did. I surprised many people, myself included. We had just got this sheet, but I knew it, the formulae and the answers without looking.
* * *
It was, to say the least, the weirdest spin on the oddest morning that could have followed a day like yesterday. Seventy-five minutes 'till lunch and all this thinking was making me hungry. What class next? Oh, right. The dreaded English.
Fifty-five minutes to go. I wished time would hurry up, this class was on a downward spiral into pure, unadulterated boredom. Who needed to study some tragic little war story when it turns out you're living one? Forty- five minutes.
Opening to a fresh page in my notebook I put pencil to paper and kill time in the more traditional way possible; doodling. Thirty-five minutes.
The bell rings before I know it and I slam the book closed, shove it into my bag and head for the cafeteria. I didn't notice that I was the only one to leave the room such was my hurry.
Kari wasn't there. The lunch room was empty when I arrived, the usual teeming masses of hungry teenagers strangely missing. I didn't know what to think but I knew this wasn't a good thing and, after stepping fully into the room, I realized that I was right.
The package was propped up on a chair in the exact middle of the room. Beckoning. Angel told me it was trouble, and I knew he was right. My new understanding of. myself, I guess, told me clearly what I only barely felt before. A trap.
Well, just let them think I took the bait, I always was a little too trusting sometimes.
Kari and I had agreed to meet at lunch before parting ways and going to our separate classes. It wasn't easy to concentrate, there were too many new thoughts in my head.
With each new idea I explored I found that the normal limits of that normal mind were suspended for me. If I concentrated enough I might be able to do anything, and that scared me. Knowledge of.. spells, for a lack of a better word, were imbedded in a level of my consciousness and I could literally do anything.
Nothing I found told me how I was going to of help the other Angels though.
"Takeru! Will you stop woolgathering?"
Laughter rang through that classroom and I could feel myself blushing. I never get in trouble, never stand out. Glaring at a few of the louder students, not noticing when they strangely fall silent, I turned to Mrs. Khalad. She stared back, expectant. I thought back. I knew I had heard the question she had posed, but what was it?
:List the steps for obtaining the answer to question 7 on the assignment sheet.:
So I did. I surprised many people, myself included. We had just got this sheet, but I knew it, the formulae and the answers without looking.
* * *
It was, to say the least, the weirdest spin on the oddest morning that could have followed a day like yesterday. Seventy-five minutes 'till lunch and all this thinking was making me hungry. What class next? Oh, right. The dreaded English.
Fifty-five minutes to go. I wished time would hurry up, this class was on a downward spiral into pure, unadulterated boredom. Who needed to study some tragic little war story when it turns out you're living one? Forty- five minutes.
Opening to a fresh page in my notebook I put pencil to paper and kill time in the more traditional way possible; doodling. Thirty-five minutes.
The bell rings before I know it and I slam the book closed, shove it into my bag and head for the cafeteria. I didn't notice that I was the only one to leave the room such was my hurry.
Kari wasn't there. The lunch room was empty when I arrived, the usual teeming masses of hungry teenagers strangely missing. I didn't know what to think but I knew this wasn't a good thing and, after stepping fully into the room, I realized that I was right.
The package was propped up on a chair in the exact middle of the room. Beckoning. Angel told me it was trouble, and I knew he was right. My new understanding of. myself, I guess, told me clearly what I only barely felt before. A trap.
Well, just let them think I took the bait, I always was a little too trusting sometimes.
