Chapter 4 Ticket
Mrs. Klaus stood there like a great statue figure, her livid face stood out clearly in the dark corridor.
¡®Good evening, Madam Klaus. How can I help you?¡¯ Susan warily greeted her lifetime devil.
Mrs. Klaus pushed her glasses up and said in a stone-cold voice: ¡®Miss William. You are in great trouble.¡¯
Susan apprehensively stood in silence. ¡®Is she talking about today¡¯s yelling at the library? Or is she talking about the messing around with others? What is her meaning? What great trouble? Is she going to punish me for going to library?¡¯ questions burst out of nowhere and buzzed around the already troubled mind.
¡®You clever puckish little girl. You wrote a novel to get famous and let your parents know where you are, right? You are not getting away with this, I saw you in the library (¡°Oh no!¡± cried Susan in her withered heart), yes, everyone in the school saw you writing your little novel!¡¯ Mrs. Klaus snarled, her originally cold face squashed together, nauseous eyes assaulting Susan, her sharp finger jabbing on her chest, ¡®Now that your smart stratagem has succeeded, your parents was going to come tomorrow and escape with you. But I¡. Would never let them.¡¯
Mrs. Klaus looked even more subtilty in Susan¡¯s eyes, she didn¡¯t know what was going to happen, ¡®did she kill my parents? No, it can¡¯t be. Stop thinking about it.¡¯
Susan couldn¡¯t stop thinking what happened to her parents, tears trickled down her from her opened eyes.
¡®Ha, cry. Cry. Because your filthy little plan has failed.¡¯ Mrs. Klaus snarled, ¡® Maybe you will wonder, ¡°why is Mrs. Klaus so ¡°nice¡± to me¡±? Because I am a devil. Hahahaha!¡¯
Susan saw in her blurry vision, Mrs. Klaus¡¯s cold blue eyes turned into red-hot flame. A hand flicked in front of her, and then she saw a ticket in that hand.
¡®This, this is the ticket to the Museum.¡¯ Not knowing how, Susan felt the tickets in her hand, ¡®There will be a bus at 8 o¡¯clock in the front school doors. I will be there, and you will be there at 8 o¡¯clock sharp. Of course, if you aren¡¯t there, then I guess your parents will be meeting you in hell.¡¯
Leaving no details Mrs. Klaus disappeared from Susan¡¯s sight.
Susan receded slowly step-by-step, gazing in the dark doorway. ¡®Flump¡¯, Susan knocked into the cupboard.
Her right hand still tightly gripped on the ticket, then the right hand relaxed, the ticket fluttered to the ground.
¡®My parents haven¡¯t died yet, keep clam Susan, keep clam. Mum and dad aren¡¯t in danger.¡¯ Susan whispered to herself to clam her disheartened thinking.
Susan cooled down after 15 minutes.
She pulled her sore eyes away from the doorway, twisted her also sore neck around.
While relaxing her stone body, Susan noticed the tickets.
She decided to stand up and take a close look at the tickets.
Sitting on her bed, she started to read:
The Royal Ancient History Museum
-Where you can find the wonders of ancient history
Student Pass
For
Elisabeth Girl¡¯s High School
13th/ January/ 2004
This visit had been
Authorised by
British Student Education Centre
The Royal Ancient History Museum
A strange ticket thought Susan.
It all looked so old and yellow expect for the printing. There were burnt marks on the edges that could be clearly seen.
¡®Maybe because it is an Ancient Museum, so they made it so odd.¡¯ Was the only reason Susan could think of. ¡®But the burnt edges look so fresh.¡¯ Susan could feel a hint of heat left on the burnt marks.
Suddenly, this reminded Susan about the flames in Mrs. Klaus eyes. Susan thought that was an imagination, but how could she explain the heat. ¡®Maybe because it was just sent and burnt by the museum.¡¯ Susan explained her suspicion.
¡®But what if Mrs. Klaus is a real devil, just like she said herself. But there are no such things as devils¡¡¯ Just as Susan was pondering. A group of girls came running excitedly in Susan¡¯s room.
¡®Have you got the good news? No school for tomorrow! We¡¯re going for an excursion!!!¡¯
¡®Have you got the ticket?¡¯
¡®Dur! Can¡¯t you see she¡¯s holding it?¡¯
¡®Susan, aren¡¯t you so excited?¡¯
¡®Of course she will! Her stories have a lot related to Ancient history!¡¯
¡®Susan, are you? Are you?¡¯
The girls all looked at Susan and waited for her answer.
¡®Er¡well¡um¡yeah! I am excited.¡¯ Susan scratched her head, and gave a smile, as if she was an innocent child.
¡®Yeah! Come and celebrate with us. It has been such a long time since we had an excursion!¡¯
¡®Come one, Susan!¡¯
One of the girls took and hand, and all them squashed out of the door again.
Knocking door by door, and then they had a party till 11pm, they would of go on, but a girl suggested that they should get some sleep for tomorrow¡¯s excursion.
They all agreed and went back to their rooms.
Susan didn¡¯t have the time to think about the awful things and her fate until there was only the sound of her own footsteps in the corridor.
She sighed, dangled her two arms her body like an ape, twisting her neck around and around. The darkness did not over overawe her, she thought of nothing, just staring blankly into blackness, concentrating on her movements as her feet leaded towards Susan¡¯s room.
The door was open. Susan automatically lifted her arm up and switched on the lights. Stepped forward and closed the door behind with an ¡®eeeeeeekkkkk, dong¡¯. Looking out the window than on the floor, as she was staring to the ground, she noticed the ticket she had earlier dropped on the floor.
Another sigh, Susan picked up the ticket in a big flip, chucked it on the desk and flopped on to the bed.
In no time, Susan was asleep. Leaving her fate, her parents, her stories, and her life time devil aside.
The mid-night moon shone calmly, as the cool breeze flowed in through the curtains, the ticket laying on the desk twisted around pointing to Susan¡¯s destination¡