I own Kylie, Jim, Gavin, Dr. Lutherol, Cindy, Mr. Lifster, Lindsay, Anita, the dump owners, and the plot. Don't sue.
Prologue
"Tara? Tara! Tara Markov, wake up!" The class tittered and laughed. The teacher grew flustered. "Tara!" A student next to the sleeping blonde dropped his load of books next to her.
"What!" Her bloodshot eyes flew open and she bolted upright. Mrs. Bariard sighed.
"Tara this is the forth time this week you've fallen asleep, and I haven't exactly been getting good reports from your other teachers. I'd like you to go to Room 8." Tara winced as she brushed away a strand of mussed blonde hair.
"Isn't that the counselor?" she asked. Mrs. Bariard nodded. "Fine." Tara snapped. She gathered up her books and stormed out of the room.
"Uh-huh." Mr. Bencrak murmured. "Ms. Markov, you claim that nothing is wrong, yet you fall asleep, you look a…wreck, and the school nurse is convinced that you have multiple viruses."
"Well the school nurse isn't God." Mr. Bencrak nodded thoughtfully. He reached for his phone.
"I'm going to call your dad to pick you up…"
"No!" Tara bolted up. Mr. Bencrak stared at her. "I mean…can I call?" He nodded and handed her the phone. She dialed.
"The Pacific North time will be…"
"Hi Dad, it's Tara."
"12:43 and 22 seconds at the beep."
"If you could pick me up, that'd be great."
"The Pacific North time will be…"
"Great. Thanks." She hung up. "I'm gonna wait outside." He nodded and she left.
