Jess's POV:
I won't lie to you. That phone call freaked me out something fierce. All thoughts of sleep flew out of my head.
"Help me." The phrase kept bouncing around in my head. Help me...help me...help me...HELP ME!
Shakily, I picked up the phone. I tapped out the number to Dr. Krantz's office, where I figured he'd be.
"Hello?" He picked up, sounding worried. Well duh.
"Uh, Dr. K...Code Red just called me." I said. I told him about the phone call.
"Oh dear..." Dr. Krantz sighed. "I just faxed you a picture of the children. It's a group shot someone took the other day at recess, but hopefully, it won't put your senses on overload."
I ran downstairs to the fax machine, where a picture of about 25 kids, all under the age of 10, stood outside smiling up at me. My heart lurched. There were also three teachers present, and a few parents.
"Dr. K, I'll call you the second I know something." I said. I couldn't handle this anymore. I hung up, without waiting for a reply, and sunk down on the couch. I picked out the face of a girl, about 5, in the front row. She had blonde hair, up in pig tails, and was grinning with a few teeth missing. She had a mess of freckles all over her face, and big blue eyes.
That was the girl who'd called. I don't know how I knew it was her, but I did.
I also don't know how long I sat there, still in my dress from the previous night, staring at the picture. Long enough so that Douglas came down and scared the shit out of me.
"Hey Jess. You got in late last night." He said, passing the living room to hit the kitchen. I jumped. "What? Oh yeah. It was prom. Stayed out late. Got in by curfew though." I mumbled.
"You and Rob go anywhere afterwards?"
I shook my head. "Just his place." I didn't mind if my brothers knew about last night, but my parents better not catch wind of it. Douglas didn't assume anything though, so I dropped it. I stood and went back to my room to change into normal clothes.
Rob came by at 4 to pick me up. We weren't doing anything in particular, just chilling. I couldn't get the voice out of my head, even after I told Rob about it. He was very supportive, as usual, and tried to help me get the voice out of my head. His methods worked, as tongue-y as they may have been, if you get my drift. I didn't care. Anything to get the innocent voice to go away!
"I'm home- Oh! Sorry!" Rob's mom called from the front door. We were lying on the couch, arms wrapped around each other, tongues doing the tango. We broke apart when Ms. Wilkins- well, Mrs. Mary O'Hara, seeing as she and Just-Call-Me-Gary tied the knot last summer- came in the living room.
"Hey mom. Have a good day?" Rob said, somewhat annoyed.
"Yeah, it was good, thanks for asking. Did Gary call?" Mr. O'Hara asked.
"Yeah, at noon. He's gonna be home late, gotta make room for a fleet comin' in tomorrow." Rob said, sitting up off of me. "He makes room for them, I get to put them in there tomorrow." Now both of us were standing, and making our way to the steps to continue in Rob's room.
"Jessica, how are things with that doctor you're working with?" I groaned.
"Ok, except for this new case." I said. I didn't go into details about it, mostly because I didn't want to remember the voice again. I took a few steps and Rob grabbed my hand. He led me to the base of the steps. Mrs. O'Hara was flipping through the mail on the counter, not paying direct attention to us. We quietly slipped up the steps and went to Rob's room. I laughed quietly as he pushed the door closed with one hand, the other securely on the small of my back. He pulled me to him, and kissed me hungrily.
Not that I had no appetite, mind you. I believe it was me on top of him about ten seconds later, lying on his bed.
Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist. (A/N: Don't you love the word Knickers? Teehee. I think it's fun to say!) We didn't do anything but have a heavy-duty make out session, since his mom WAS downstairs. I mean, come on...
Ok, Ok, so there was some removal of clothes. Just shirts, people. Minds out of the gutter. Thank you.
I stayed for dinner with Rob and his parents. Then he drove me home. I got in and spent about 10 minutes memorizing the picture. Then I collapsed into a deep sleep.
I saw the small girl who'd called me. Her blonde pigtails were bedraggled and her face was streaked in tears. She was running down the path, leaves and dirt clinging to her clothes. I took a moment to see where I was.
A forest? Hmm...well, alright then. I followed Blondie, and saw that she was running to a camp-type set up. Not that there were any tents or any camping things set up. There were logs, and most of the kids seemed to be sacked out on the ground. No one seemed to see me, even though I was standing plain eyesight. There were no adults in sight, just 25 small children.
Blondie immediately fell to the floor, and tried to pretend like she'd been there the whole time. I saw why a minute later.
"YOU!" A man, about 6'5 or so, came bursting through the trees, waving his fist at the blonde girl. She shrank back in horror, but I saw something in her eyes that told me it was feigned. "YOU DID SOMETHING!" The man bellowed.
She shook her head furiously. "No, I didn't! I swear!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" The man, obviously drunk, reached down and picked her up by the collar of her dress. The girl yelped and squeezed her eyes shut. "I KNOW YOU CALLED THEM! YOU ENTERED YOUR MIND AND CALLED THEM!"
Wait a minute, she entered her mind? What the hell? Am I dealing with mini-psychics??
The girl seemed to sense this thought of mine, and looked at me directly. All of a sudden, I heard her voice in my head.
"You came! I knew it! Lightning girl is here to save us!"
What the..."Kid, where am I?" I thought back.
"Yosimite Park." She thought. "But you're going to wake up soon. You've got to help us."
"Gotcha. Hold on."
And then I woke up.
I won't lie to you. That phone call freaked me out something fierce. All thoughts of sleep flew out of my head.
"Help me." The phrase kept bouncing around in my head. Help me...help me...help me...HELP ME!
Shakily, I picked up the phone. I tapped out the number to Dr. Krantz's office, where I figured he'd be.
"Hello?" He picked up, sounding worried. Well duh.
"Uh, Dr. K...Code Red just called me." I said. I told him about the phone call.
"Oh dear..." Dr. Krantz sighed. "I just faxed you a picture of the children. It's a group shot someone took the other day at recess, but hopefully, it won't put your senses on overload."
I ran downstairs to the fax machine, where a picture of about 25 kids, all under the age of 10, stood outside smiling up at me. My heart lurched. There were also three teachers present, and a few parents.
"Dr. K, I'll call you the second I know something." I said. I couldn't handle this anymore. I hung up, without waiting for a reply, and sunk down on the couch. I picked out the face of a girl, about 5, in the front row. She had blonde hair, up in pig tails, and was grinning with a few teeth missing. She had a mess of freckles all over her face, and big blue eyes.
That was the girl who'd called. I don't know how I knew it was her, but I did.
I also don't know how long I sat there, still in my dress from the previous night, staring at the picture. Long enough so that Douglas came down and scared the shit out of me.
"Hey Jess. You got in late last night." He said, passing the living room to hit the kitchen. I jumped. "What? Oh yeah. It was prom. Stayed out late. Got in by curfew though." I mumbled.
"You and Rob go anywhere afterwards?"
I shook my head. "Just his place." I didn't mind if my brothers knew about last night, but my parents better not catch wind of it. Douglas didn't assume anything though, so I dropped it. I stood and went back to my room to change into normal clothes.
Rob came by at 4 to pick me up. We weren't doing anything in particular, just chilling. I couldn't get the voice out of my head, even after I told Rob about it. He was very supportive, as usual, and tried to help me get the voice out of my head. His methods worked, as tongue-y as they may have been, if you get my drift. I didn't care. Anything to get the innocent voice to go away!
"I'm home- Oh! Sorry!" Rob's mom called from the front door. We were lying on the couch, arms wrapped around each other, tongues doing the tango. We broke apart when Ms. Wilkins- well, Mrs. Mary O'Hara, seeing as she and Just-Call-Me-Gary tied the knot last summer- came in the living room.
"Hey mom. Have a good day?" Rob said, somewhat annoyed.
"Yeah, it was good, thanks for asking. Did Gary call?" Mr. O'Hara asked.
"Yeah, at noon. He's gonna be home late, gotta make room for a fleet comin' in tomorrow." Rob said, sitting up off of me. "He makes room for them, I get to put them in there tomorrow." Now both of us were standing, and making our way to the steps to continue in Rob's room.
"Jessica, how are things with that doctor you're working with?" I groaned.
"Ok, except for this new case." I said. I didn't go into details about it, mostly because I didn't want to remember the voice again. I took a few steps and Rob grabbed my hand. He led me to the base of the steps. Mrs. O'Hara was flipping through the mail on the counter, not paying direct attention to us. We quietly slipped up the steps and went to Rob's room. I laughed quietly as he pushed the door closed with one hand, the other securely on the small of my back. He pulled me to him, and kissed me hungrily.
Not that I had no appetite, mind you. I believe it was me on top of him about ten seconds later, lying on his bed.
Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist. (A/N: Don't you love the word Knickers? Teehee. I think it's fun to say!) We didn't do anything but have a heavy-duty make out session, since his mom WAS downstairs. I mean, come on...
Ok, Ok, so there was some removal of clothes. Just shirts, people. Minds out of the gutter. Thank you.
I stayed for dinner with Rob and his parents. Then he drove me home. I got in and spent about 10 minutes memorizing the picture. Then I collapsed into a deep sleep.
I saw the small girl who'd called me. Her blonde pigtails were bedraggled and her face was streaked in tears. She was running down the path, leaves and dirt clinging to her clothes. I took a moment to see where I was.
A forest? Hmm...well, alright then. I followed Blondie, and saw that she was running to a camp-type set up. Not that there were any tents or any camping things set up. There were logs, and most of the kids seemed to be sacked out on the ground. No one seemed to see me, even though I was standing plain eyesight. There were no adults in sight, just 25 small children.
Blondie immediately fell to the floor, and tried to pretend like she'd been there the whole time. I saw why a minute later.
"YOU!" A man, about 6'5 or so, came bursting through the trees, waving his fist at the blonde girl. She shrank back in horror, but I saw something in her eyes that told me it was feigned. "YOU DID SOMETHING!" The man bellowed.
She shook her head furiously. "No, I didn't! I swear!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" The man, obviously drunk, reached down and picked her up by the collar of her dress. The girl yelped and squeezed her eyes shut. "I KNOW YOU CALLED THEM! YOU ENTERED YOUR MIND AND CALLED THEM!"
Wait a minute, she entered her mind? What the hell? Am I dealing with mini-psychics??
The girl seemed to sense this thought of mine, and looked at me directly. All of a sudden, I heard her voice in my head.
"You came! I knew it! Lightning girl is here to save us!"
What the..."Kid, where am I?" I thought back.
"Yosimite Park." She thought. "But you're going to wake up soon. You've got to help us."
"Gotcha. Hold on."
And then I woke up.