Declan sipped his coffee. He couldn't believe that it was all for nothing.
Chrissie had to have some sort of message. It was completely crazy to think
that she was doing it for absolutely no reason at all.
He flipped through some notes he had been writing for the next day's
lecture. There wasn't much done, and he knew he had to finish it that
night, but he just couldn't concentrate. It was like something was telling
him not to get too involved in it. Something like his subconscious mind,
probably, saying, "You need the sleep!"
The cup was nearly drained; it was his 6th. Right about now, he had to go
to the bathroom. Pushing his chair away from his desk, he left the notes
behind. "I'll get to you later," he said. Mole was sleeping on the couch in
the office, and Declan knew he'd likely have to disturb him so he could
sleep there himself.
After relieving himself, he walked over to the sink and splashed water in
his face. It was cold, and he shivered slightly. He stared in the mirror. A
red eyed, tired, surprisingly old-looking face stared back at him.
"Is that me?" He looked a little longer, then opened the door. As he
exited, he looked down to make sure there was no toilet paper stuck to his
foot.
When he opened the door, Mole was awake. He yawned at Declan from his perch
on the couch.
"Exactly." Declan sat back down and tried to concentrate on his notes
again.
"How did you get the keys?"
"My aunt is a janitor for the school. She has them."
Chrissie opened the door and walked in. "It's so creepy at night."
"Aww, just go on to the classroom."
Chrissie walked down the hall, and let herself into the classroom. She
scanned the dark room with her flashlight. Finally she saw the filing
cabinet. She walked over to it and used another key to unlock the filing
cabinet. Pulling it out, she opened a drawer and flipped past some other
stuff, then picked out a page.
"Test questions." She pulled out the rest of the sheets and then turned to
the girls.
Declan yawned. He and Mole had been having a yawning marathon for the last
10 minutes; it was a vicious(not very though) cycle. "How am I going to
finish this?" He curled up in his chair and yawned again.
"Do you hear that?"
"It's someone coming down the hall!"
Chrissie dropped the papers, and they splayed out on the ground.
"Guns!"
"Chrissie, pick it up!"
Chrissie ran down the hall, clutching the papers. Her heart beat like an
achy head. She ran off around a corner. Ahead of the girls, Chrissie
shivered behind the wall.
Kiley passed the corner. The other girls followed.
Suddenly Chrissie dropped her gun. The metal crashed on the floor, and
echoed through the halls.
"What was that?"
"We're going to get caught!"
"Shoot it!"
A shot rang out. It hit Chrissie in the left shoulder. The girls did not
recognize her voice in the cry of pain.
"Let's go!" They had forgotten about the questions.
Chrissie crumpled to the floor, not in a faint. "Help!" There was blood all
around her. She pressed the paper to her wound, the only thing she had
loose. "Help!"
"Help!"
Declan woke up with a start. He looked at the clock. 3:00 am. I have to
concentrate on the notes, he thought to himself. He looked down at his
notepad.
On it was written, again, Help!
His head started to ache. Help, help, what was that from, help.....
He knew in an instant. But it wasn't St. Nick.
Chrissie opened her eyes. How long have I been lying here? she wondered.
Her shoulder still ached like crazy. She tried to sit up but couldn't.
Help. She pleaded silently for someone to help her.
Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the blood had dried on her clothes,
as more came out. She laid back and waited to die, as she thought she would
probably do. She passed out...
Declan parked the car on the curb. He didn't even think about getting
ticketed. He opened the car door quickly and ran out, shutting it behind
him.
As he came up to the door, he noticed that it was unlocked. He opened it
and ran through.
It was a lot harder navigating through the hallways in the dark, but Declan
eventually found room 103. He turned the lights on and looked around.
Nothing.
He was just about to leave when a piece of chalk flew by him, skimming his
face, only inches away. It fell to the floor with a crack.
Declan looked over behind the teacher's desk and saw Chrissie. She was
lying face up on the ground. Her shoulder was still bleeding. He ran over
and sat down beside her. Whipping out a cell phone, he dialed 3 numbers.
"How'd you know I was there?" a conscious Chrissie asked Declan. She was
sitting up in a hospital bed, with her left arm in a sling. Peggy and
Miranda were sitting nearby, and Audrey was standing at the door. The room
was filled with flowers and cards.
"Let's just say, that you told me so."
"I did all that?"
"Yup. Or rather, your subconscious mind did all that."
"What's going to happen to the girls and me?" Chrissie pushed some of her
hair out of her face.
"Well, since this is a first time offence, and you know, you did intend to
steal the papers, you'll probably be let off easy. Maybe a few weeks in
jail. Not even that, possibly. They'll face more serious charges, what with
the gun. At least, that's what I was told." Declan sipped more coffee.
"Best thing about this is, I had a legitimate excuse to cancel that
lecture. I had my students do some studying instead. More time for me."
"Mrs. Fletcher? I'm really sorry about attacking you with those bandages."
"Never mind. Life is an adventure." Audrey said.
Peggy smiled. "You know, she's even stranger than we thought. Not only can
she move objects around, she can predict the future."
"That's me, multitalented."
Declan put his coffee cup on Chrissie's nightstand. "Definitely weird. But
at least it's a good kind of weird."
Chrissie yawned. "This hospital food is really good. Donut?"
"Sure." He looked up.
Miranda, Peggy and Audrey started laughing. Chrissie joined in.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
Miranda had to bite her tongue to stop laughing long enough to say,
"Declan, look."
He looked. Floating 5 inches away from it was a chocolate donut.
"Yeeesh," he shuddered in mock fear. "Now that's service. Can you juggle
too?"
Laughter.
Chrissie had to have some sort of message. It was completely crazy to think
that she was doing it for absolutely no reason at all.
He flipped through some notes he had been writing for the next day's
lecture. There wasn't much done, and he knew he had to finish it that
night, but he just couldn't concentrate. It was like something was telling
him not to get too involved in it. Something like his subconscious mind,
probably, saying, "You need the sleep!"
The cup was nearly drained; it was his 6th. Right about now, he had to go
to the bathroom. Pushing his chair away from his desk, he left the notes
behind. "I'll get to you later," he said. Mole was sleeping on the couch in
the office, and Declan knew he'd likely have to disturb him so he could
sleep there himself.
After relieving himself, he walked over to the sink and splashed water in
his face. It was cold, and he shivered slightly. He stared in the mirror. A
red eyed, tired, surprisingly old-looking face stared back at him.
"Is that me?" He looked a little longer, then opened the door. As he
exited, he looked down to make sure there was no toilet paper stuck to his
foot.
When he opened the door, Mole was awake. He yawned at Declan from his perch
on the couch.
"Exactly." Declan sat back down and tried to concentrate on his notes
again.
"How did you get the keys?"
"My aunt is a janitor for the school. She has them."
Chrissie opened the door and walked in. "It's so creepy at night."
"Aww, just go on to the classroom."
Chrissie walked down the hall, and let herself into the classroom. She
scanned the dark room with her flashlight. Finally she saw the filing
cabinet. She walked over to it and used another key to unlock the filing
cabinet. Pulling it out, she opened a drawer and flipped past some other
stuff, then picked out a page.
"Test questions." She pulled out the rest of the sheets and then turned to
the girls.
Declan yawned. He and Mole had been having a yawning marathon for the last
10 minutes; it was a vicious(not very though) cycle. "How am I going to
finish this?" He curled up in his chair and yawned again.
"Do you hear that?"
"It's someone coming down the hall!"
Chrissie dropped the papers, and they splayed out on the ground.
"Guns!"
"Chrissie, pick it up!"
Chrissie ran down the hall, clutching the papers. Her heart beat like an
achy head. She ran off around a corner. Ahead of the girls, Chrissie
shivered behind the wall.
Kiley passed the corner. The other girls followed.
Suddenly Chrissie dropped her gun. The metal crashed on the floor, and
echoed through the halls.
"What was that?"
"We're going to get caught!"
"Shoot it!"
A shot rang out. It hit Chrissie in the left shoulder. The girls did not
recognize her voice in the cry of pain.
"Let's go!" They had forgotten about the questions.
Chrissie crumpled to the floor, not in a faint. "Help!" There was blood all
around her. She pressed the paper to her wound, the only thing she had
loose. "Help!"
"Help!"
Declan woke up with a start. He looked at the clock. 3:00 am. I have to
concentrate on the notes, he thought to himself. He looked down at his
notepad.
On it was written, again, Help!
His head started to ache. Help, help, what was that from, help.....
He knew in an instant. But it wasn't St. Nick.
Chrissie opened her eyes. How long have I been lying here? she wondered.
Her shoulder still ached like crazy. She tried to sit up but couldn't.
Help. She pleaded silently for someone to help her.
Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the blood had dried on her clothes,
as more came out. She laid back and waited to die, as she thought she would
probably do. She passed out...
Declan parked the car on the curb. He didn't even think about getting
ticketed. He opened the car door quickly and ran out, shutting it behind
him.
As he came up to the door, he noticed that it was unlocked. He opened it
and ran through.
It was a lot harder navigating through the hallways in the dark, but Declan
eventually found room 103. He turned the lights on and looked around.
Nothing.
He was just about to leave when a piece of chalk flew by him, skimming his
face, only inches away. It fell to the floor with a crack.
Declan looked over behind the teacher's desk and saw Chrissie. She was
lying face up on the ground. Her shoulder was still bleeding. He ran over
and sat down beside her. Whipping out a cell phone, he dialed 3 numbers.
"How'd you know I was there?" a conscious Chrissie asked Declan. She was
sitting up in a hospital bed, with her left arm in a sling. Peggy and
Miranda were sitting nearby, and Audrey was standing at the door. The room
was filled with flowers and cards.
"Let's just say, that you told me so."
"I did all that?"
"Yup. Or rather, your subconscious mind did all that."
"What's going to happen to the girls and me?" Chrissie pushed some of her
hair out of her face.
"Well, since this is a first time offence, and you know, you did intend to
steal the papers, you'll probably be let off easy. Maybe a few weeks in
jail. Not even that, possibly. They'll face more serious charges, what with
the gun. At least, that's what I was told." Declan sipped more coffee.
"Best thing about this is, I had a legitimate excuse to cancel that
lecture. I had my students do some studying instead. More time for me."
"Mrs. Fletcher? I'm really sorry about attacking you with those bandages."
"Never mind. Life is an adventure." Audrey said.
Peggy smiled. "You know, she's even stranger than we thought. Not only can
she move objects around, she can predict the future."
"That's me, multitalented."
Declan put his coffee cup on Chrissie's nightstand. "Definitely weird. But
at least it's a good kind of weird."
Chrissie yawned. "This hospital food is really good. Donut?"
"Sure." He looked up.
Miranda, Peggy and Audrey started laughing. Chrissie joined in.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
Miranda had to bite her tongue to stop laughing long enough to say,
"Declan, look."
He looked. Floating 5 inches away from it was a chocolate donut.
"Yeeesh," he shuddered in mock fear. "Now that's service. Can you juggle
too?"
Laughter.