A/N::: Another Chapter
School is almost over I'm so happy!!! I have social studies finals on Monday and Tuesday, Spanish finals on Wednesday, and Science finals on Thursday. I'm also getting my braces off on Friday (we don't got no school!) YAY FOR ME!!! Then the Harry Potter book is coming out on that Saturday. You could bet I'll be first in line at Borders! Sooooo I probably won't be updating until late June. You better enjoy this chapter then, it may be the last one you get for a while!
This chapter takes place in Lyra's world. I won't have Will for a while. K? Okie dokie!! 3, 2, 1, Lets Jam!!
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"Belacqua?" Felicia's voice echoed through Lyra's head.
"What? Oh yes I'm sorry. What were we talking aobut?"
"The man from the Church. He has come to see you. I was joking about you getting in trouble before."
"So there is no man from the Church?"
"Oh yes there is. I believe he is talking to everyone in the school. He already talked to me." She said becoming colder by the minute.
"Did he speak to anyone else?"
"I'm not sure."
A million questions ran through Lyra's head. Pan leaped on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"Vandorion was staring at me before."
"Why?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Oh Pan get over it. I just want to know why this man wants to speak to me."
"Since he talked to Felicia ask her."
Lyra nodded and took a breath. "Felicia,"
"What is it Belacqua?"
Lyra hated when Felicia called her Belacqua. Her stomach turned when she heard that name. It had been her proper last name but she was ashamed of it because her father Lord Asriel killed her best friend Roger.
"What did the man talk to you about?"
Felicia narrowed her eyes and said nothing. Surprisingly Van said, "He just asked about school. I suspect he'll ask you the same questions as he did to Felicia."
Felicia glared coldly at Van who put his tail between his legs and his head down. There was an awkward silence between everyone as they walked into the main office. The secretary welcomed them with a smile and gestured to a bench against the left wall. Lyra sat with Pan nestled on her lap while Felicia stood in her usual stance.
"Madam Simmons will be with you in a minute." The secretary smiled sweetly at the girls as her golden retriever wagged his tail.
"Felicia my dear,"
"What?" She snapped. The dog whimpered and put his tail between his legs as Van did before.
"Well, Mr. Greene informed me that you were to serve detention with him this morning for skipping class." She said meekly.
"I'm going. I'm going." Felicia walked to the door. Before exiting she said, "Belacqua, you better not get in more trouble then me." She slammed the door as she left.
"Good riddance." Mumbled the secretary. "Do you think that young lady could become any ruder?"
Lyra giggled, she probably could.
The headmistress's door opened and Madam Simmons stuck her cheerful head out. "Lyra we will be seeing you now."
Nervously, Lyra walked into the office. Her palms began to sweat from the tension. The Church had wanted her dead before. What if they need her dead again?
Inside the office Madam Simmons sat down in her leather chair behind the wood desk. The first and last time Lyra was in this office was when she first entered St. Sophia's almost three years ago. It had barely changed, except for more pictures of the girls Lacrosse team hanging on the walls and dozens more books with pages turning yellow.
Lyra took a seat across from the man. He was tall and skinny and when he smiled his faced looked stretched in an abnormal way. A full head of hair rest on the top of his skull and made his gray eyes look dull. He wore what priest usually wore during there time off, black pants, black shirt and a white collar. He watched Lyra closely and took note on all of her movements.
"Lyra this is Father Macomski. He has come from the Church, only a couple of questions for you my dear." She smiled as if nothing was wrong, but Madam Simmons did not know what happened to Lyra in the past when she met up with the Church.
"Hello my dear child." He said. Lyra shivered. "Do not fret; I am just here to ask you some questions m'dear."
"Okay," Lyra said suddenly under the spell of this man.
"Good girl." He smiled. The door closed, why was Madam Simmons leaving? Lyra wanted her presence in the room.
"Now, what is your name?"
"Lyra."
He smirked. There was something wrong. Where was this mans dæmon? Then Lyra realized why she was suddenly at ease. Father Macomski's dæmon, a raven, was stroking Pan with his claws. It was hypnotizing; Lyra feared she may tell this man anything under the influence of the raven.
"What was your father's name?"
Lyra hesitated. She knew the answer but wished not to say it. "Lord Asriel." She blurted.
"And your mother?"
"Marrisa Coulter."
"Good" Father Macomski snapped and his dæmon let go of Pan. Considering Lyra was cooperating the Church employee did not feel the need for that anymore.
"Where are your parents now?"
"I do not know." Lyra tried to lie like she used to but Gather Macomski had a hold on her.
"Are they still alive?"
"I don't know"
"Did they tell you anything about Dust?"
This was Lyra's chance. "What is Dust?" She asked innocently, but Father Macomski still smirked.
"You know very well what Dust is child." His fingers snapped and his dæmon held Pan again. Lyra felt strained and started moving around in her seat.
"Yes, they told me about Dust." She finally said.
"What did they tell you about the Dust?"
"I can't remember." Which was half true. Lyra figured since all the doors to the other worlds had been closed that there would be no more talk of Dust. Lyra just knew that her alethiometer was run on Dust.
Suddenly, Lyra felt a stab in her chest. Father Macomski's dæmon had her claws digging into Pan making Lyra hurt as well. Sweat dripped down Lyra's face as she held onto the arms of the chair with all her might. Pan squealed trying to escape the grasp of this strange raven.
"Now, what did Asriel tell you about Dust?"
Lyra's breathing came in odd patterns now. Pan tried to stay still as the raven tightened her grip so Lyra would not feel as much pain. Struggling would not help the situation.
With tears of pain in her eyes Lyra said, "I swear I don't know! Please, let Pan go!"
Father Macomski narrowed his eyes, very displeased. His fingers snapped and the pain washed out of Lyra like flowing water. Pan jumped into her lap where Lyra hugged him. Father Macomski started walking towards the door. With his hand on the knob and his dæmon on his shoulder he said one final thing.
"Please watch you self Lyra. I wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get hurt."
Lyra sat in the chair, clutching onto Pan for dear life. "Oh Pan!" She said as Father Macomski exited the office.
Madam Simmons walked in glowing and cheerful. "Ho was everything Lyra?"
Lyra's bottom lip trembled but she managed to say, "Fine, just fine Madam."
After closer observation of Lyra's face Madam Simmons quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure dear? Do you wish to go to the hospital wing?"
"No I'm fine." She lied. "I'll just be leaving."
Madam Simmons just nodded, her lemur dæmon bouncing around on his tail. "Have a good day Lyra, and enjoy your weekend." She smiled.
Lyra walked out. What about her detention? Didn't anyone see her sneak in last night? She turned around to speak to Madam Simmons.
"Was there anything else Madam?"
"I believe that was it. Why? Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Oh, no. I was just wondering if that was all."
"Yes dear, that was all. So long."
"So long Madam." Lyra said smiling. The smile was soon whipped off her face as another thought struck her. Did Father Macomski threaten her, or warn her? Lyra had to figure it out, before something terrible happened.
Lyra also pondered about Felicia. Why wouldn't she tell Lyra about the questioning? It was only about her family. Vandorion had said he questioned Felicia about school, and that Father Macomski would ask the same questions. But Father Macomski asked nothing about school. Why did Vandorion lie?
School is almost over I'm so happy!!! I have social studies finals on Monday and Tuesday, Spanish finals on Wednesday, and Science finals on Thursday. I'm also getting my braces off on Friday (we don't got no school!) YAY FOR ME!!! Then the Harry Potter book is coming out on that Saturday. You could bet I'll be first in line at Borders! Sooooo I probably won't be updating until late June. You better enjoy this chapter then, it may be the last one you get for a while!
This chapter takes place in Lyra's world. I won't have Will for a while. K? Okie dokie!! 3, 2, 1, Lets Jam!!
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"Belacqua?" Felicia's voice echoed through Lyra's head.
"What? Oh yes I'm sorry. What were we talking aobut?"
"The man from the Church. He has come to see you. I was joking about you getting in trouble before."
"So there is no man from the Church?"
"Oh yes there is. I believe he is talking to everyone in the school. He already talked to me." She said becoming colder by the minute.
"Did he speak to anyone else?"
"I'm not sure."
A million questions ran through Lyra's head. Pan leaped on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"Vandorion was staring at me before."
"Why?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Oh Pan get over it. I just want to know why this man wants to speak to me."
"Since he talked to Felicia ask her."
Lyra nodded and took a breath. "Felicia,"
"What is it Belacqua?"
Lyra hated when Felicia called her Belacqua. Her stomach turned when she heard that name. It had been her proper last name but she was ashamed of it because her father Lord Asriel killed her best friend Roger.
"What did the man talk to you about?"
Felicia narrowed her eyes and said nothing. Surprisingly Van said, "He just asked about school. I suspect he'll ask you the same questions as he did to Felicia."
Felicia glared coldly at Van who put his tail between his legs and his head down. There was an awkward silence between everyone as they walked into the main office. The secretary welcomed them with a smile and gestured to a bench against the left wall. Lyra sat with Pan nestled on her lap while Felicia stood in her usual stance.
"Madam Simmons will be with you in a minute." The secretary smiled sweetly at the girls as her golden retriever wagged his tail.
"Felicia my dear,"
"What?" She snapped. The dog whimpered and put his tail between his legs as Van did before.
"Well, Mr. Greene informed me that you were to serve detention with him this morning for skipping class." She said meekly.
"I'm going. I'm going." Felicia walked to the door. Before exiting she said, "Belacqua, you better not get in more trouble then me." She slammed the door as she left.
"Good riddance." Mumbled the secretary. "Do you think that young lady could become any ruder?"
Lyra giggled, she probably could.
The headmistress's door opened and Madam Simmons stuck her cheerful head out. "Lyra we will be seeing you now."
Nervously, Lyra walked into the office. Her palms began to sweat from the tension. The Church had wanted her dead before. What if they need her dead again?
Inside the office Madam Simmons sat down in her leather chair behind the wood desk. The first and last time Lyra was in this office was when she first entered St. Sophia's almost three years ago. It had barely changed, except for more pictures of the girls Lacrosse team hanging on the walls and dozens more books with pages turning yellow.
Lyra took a seat across from the man. He was tall and skinny and when he smiled his faced looked stretched in an abnormal way. A full head of hair rest on the top of his skull and made his gray eyes look dull. He wore what priest usually wore during there time off, black pants, black shirt and a white collar. He watched Lyra closely and took note on all of her movements.
"Lyra this is Father Macomski. He has come from the Church, only a couple of questions for you my dear." She smiled as if nothing was wrong, but Madam Simmons did not know what happened to Lyra in the past when she met up with the Church.
"Hello my dear child." He said. Lyra shivered. "Do not fret; I am just here to ask you some questions m'dear."
"Okay," Lyra said suddenly under the spell of this man.
"Good girl." He smiled. The door closed, why was Madam Simmons leaving? Lyra wanted her presence in the room.
"Now, what is your name?"
"Lyra."
He smirked. There was something wrong. Where was this mans dæmon? Then Lyra realized why she was suddenly at ease. Father Macomski's dæmon, a raven, was stroking Pan with his claws. It was hypnotizing; Lyra feared she may tell this man anything under the influence of the raven.
"What was your father's name?"
Lyra hesitated. She knew the answer but wished not to say it. "Lord Asriel." She blurted.
"And your mother?"
"Marrisa Coulter."
"Good" Father Macomski snapped and his dæmon let go of Pan. Considering Lyra was cooperating the Church employee did not feel the need for that anymore.
"Where are your parents now?"
"I do not know." Lyra tried to lie like she used to but Gather Macomski had a hold on her.
"Are they still alive?"
"I don't know"
"Did they tell you anything about Dust?"
This was Lyra's chance. "What is Dust?" She asked innocently, but Father Macomski still smirked.
"You know very well what Dust is child." His fingers snapped and his dæmon held Pan again. Lyra felt strained and started moving around in her seat.
"Yes, they told me about Dust." She finally said.
"What did they tell you about the Dust?"
"I can't remember." Which was half true. Lyra figured since all the doors to the other worlds had been closed that there would be no more talk of Dust. Lyra just knew that her alethiometer was run on Dust.
Suddenly, Lyra felt a stab in her chest. Father Macomski's dæmon had her claws digging into Pan making Lyra hurt as well. Sweat dripped down Lyra's face as she held onto the arms of the chair with all her might. Pan squealed trying to escape the grasp of this strange raven.
"Now, what did Asriel tell you about Dust?"
Lyra's breathing came in odd patterns now. Pan tried to stay still as the raven tightened her grip so Lyra would not feel as much pain. Struggling would not help the situation.
With tears of pain in her eyes Lyra said, "I swear I don't know! Please, let Pan go!"
Father Macomski narrowed his eyes, very displeased. His fingers snapped and the pain washed out of Lyra like flowing water. Pan jumped into her lap where Lyra hugged him. Father Macomski started walking towards the door. With his hand on the knob and his dæmon on his shoulder he said one final thing.
"Please watch you self Lyra. I wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get hurt."
Lyra sat in the chair, clutching onto Pan for dear life. "Oh Pan!" She said as Father Macomski exited the office.
Madam Simmons walked in glowing and cheerful. "Ho was everything Lyra?"
Lyra's bottom lip trembled but she managed to say, "Fine, just fine Madam."
After closer observation of Lyra's face Madam Simmons quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure dear? Do you wish to go to the hospital wing?"
"No I'm fine." She lied. "I'll just be leaving."
Madam Simmons just nodded, her lemur dæmon bouncing around on his tail. "Have a good day Lyra, and enjoy your weekend." She smiled.
Lyra walked out. What about her detention? Didn't anyone see her sneak in last night? She turned around to speak to Madam Simmons.
"Was there anything else Madam?"
"I believe that was it. Why? Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Oh, no. I was just wondering if that was all."
"Yes dear, that was all. So long."
"So long Madam." Lyra said smiling. The smile was soon whipped off her face as another thought struck her. Did Father Macomski threaten her, or warn her? Lyra had to figure it out, before something terrible happened.
Lyra also pondered about Felicia. Why wouldn't she tell Lyra about the questioning? It was only about her family. Vandorion had said he questioned Felicia about school, and that Father Macomski would ask the same questions. But Father Macomski asked nothing about school. Why did Vandorion lie?