A/N: You wanted it, you got it. New chapter.
Discovery
Click. Click. Tap. Click. The rhythmic tapping of my laptop keyboard never ceased to calm me. I paused, wondering what I would write next:
"Things are still so strange here. We're six teenagers, trying to make ends meet. Yes, we are still able to see our families for dinner and such, but we've never stayed. When we do get a chance to go out, we get groceries and essentials. We are under the pretense of being a college book club...really, though, we hold meetings on how to deal with what's going on. I haven't come up with anything yet, but Sam and Des have. Nothing fom Ron or Nick yet...
"Des' plan is to lay low for a while...I don't know how well that will work..." I turned off the power on my laptop. The orange lightning bolt design surrounding the laptop in a sort-of X shape turned off. I closed the laptop, and sighed. I felt odd...I had never been away from home for so long before. Sure, it was nothing compared to Anne Frank...but....God, I feel like her now...maybe not exactly the same, but I felt like there was some kind of connection.
"Syd!" Des came in at that moment and set down the grocery bags she had been carrying.
"Yeah?"
"You will NOT believe what's going on out there!"
"What?"
"Dementor's out there..."
"....And?"
"He's got...he's got-Oh, Syd...he's brainwashed half of Middleton High."
"WHAT?!"
Des nodded. "Everyone's out there...Bonnie, Tara, Amelia...God..."
"A-are you serious?"
"They got a report about someone in the area living and plotting against him..."
"I..." Quickly, noting that I was panicking, changed the subject...sort of. "Do they know who's here?"
"No."
"I have a bad feeling about this, Des."
Ron and Scott were next to walk in. Ron bolted the door behind him. "Sam's close behind, she's getting Bueno Nacho for everyone."
"But Des just went to the store." I replied.
"That's for later. We need to save all that we can." Ron explained.
Sam entered next, about twenty minutes later. "Dang," she muttered. "There's too many stupid guards out there. It's WAY too hard to keep everything straight and appear normal, when you know everything isn't...."
"Sam, it could always be worse." I tried to help.
"Well.....yeah, it could, I guess."
The next moments seemed to sting every part of our bodies like a sharp needle. There was a harsh knock on the door. A familar knock. I recognized it from having to pay our rent and other things.
Ms. Kenn had discovered us.
Discovery
Click. Click. Tap. Click. The rhythmic tapping of my laptop keyboard never ceased to calm me. I paused, wondering what I would write next:
"Things are still so strange here. We're six teenagers, trying to make ends meet. Yes, we are still able to see our families for dinner and such, but we've never stayed. When we do get a chance to go out, we get groceries and essentials. We are under the pretense of being a college book club...really, though, we hold meetings on how to deal with what's going on. I haven't come up with anything yet, but Sam and Des have. Nothing fom Ron or Nick yet...
"Des' plan is to lay low for a while...I don't know how well that will work..." I turned off the power on my laptop. The orange lightning bolt design surrounding the laptop in a sort-of X shape turned off. I closed the laptop, and sighed. I felt odd...I had never been away from home for so long before. Sure, it was nothing compared to Anne Frank...but....God, I feel like her now...maybe not exactly the same, but I felt like there was some kind of connection.
"Syd!" Des came in at that moment and set down the grocery bags she had been carrying.
"Yeah?"
"You will NOT believe what's going on out there!"
"What?"
"Dementor's out there..."
"....And?"
"He's got...he's got-Oh, Syd...he's brainwashed half of Middleton High."
"WHAT?!"
Des nodded. "Everyone's out there...Bonnie, Tara, Amelia...God..."
"A-are you serious?"
"They got a report about someone in the area living and plotting against him..."
"I..." Quickly, noting that I was panicking, changed the subject...sort of. "Do they know who's here?"
"No."
"I have a bad feeling about this, Des."
Ron and Scott were next to walk in. Ron bolted the door behind him. "Sam's close behind, she's getting Bueno Nacho for everyone."
"But Des just went to the store." I replied.
"That's for later. We need to save all that we can." Ron explained.
Sam entered next, about twenty minutes later. "Dang," she muttered. "There's too many stupid guards out there. It's WAY too hard to keep everything straight and appear normal, when you know everything isn't...."
"Sam, it could always be worse." I tried to help.
"Well.....yeah, it could, I guess."
The next moments seemed to sting every part of our bodies like a sharp needle. There was a harsh knock on the door. A familar knock. I recognized it from having to pay our rent and other things.
Ms. Kenn had discovered us.