chapter 5

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"Here's her file." The lady at the desk handed Fin a thick, heavy folder.

Fin looked at John as they left.
"This has got to be the heaviest folder I've ever been handed." He said truthfully, handing it to John.

"damn. How many things can be recorded about one kid?" he asked as they drove off.

"well, some kids are troubled." Fin stated.

"She's blind. How much more trouble do you want her to have?" he asked.

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"I don't know. She's a teacher's dream student, unlike her friends who are a teacher's worst nightmare." Mr. Lambe told Olivia and Elliot. "She's a honor student, but she always doesn't come to school after a concert. Neither does Ms. Davis."

"Do you know how long she's been blind for?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah. Since she was 6, a year after her father died." He told her. "Of course, all the other teachers believe she was born blind." He added.

"How can you tell?" Elliot asked.

"Well, if she didn't wear her sunglasses, and her eyes were open, you'd see that her eyes were green. They're not cloudy or anything. Just pure green. If she were born blind, her eyes might've been a smokey green color, or a gray or unnaturally light blue. And, well, if you witness an awful accident, well, seeing it over and over and over again could make you lose your sight if you don't do anything about it." He shrugged. "Not that I'm an expert or anything." He added.
He frowned at what he heard Skylar singing.

"On top of the table, all covered with T's, I lost my poor sheet music, when Mr. Lambe sneezed. It flew off the table, and onto the floor. I lost my poor sheet music, when Brenton stepped out the door. It flew into the locker rooms and into the showers, I lost my poor sheet music, because of Austin Powers." She sang.

"Do you mind singing a real song?" Mr. Lambe asked her.

"Do you mind not sneezing?" Skylar asked. Mr. Lambe gave her a stern look, even though she couldn't see it, and sighed nodding.

"Of course, she's not a perfect child. She still has her fun every now and then." he sighed again at what Skylar started singing again.

"From the Top of the Swing-Set, All surrounded by sand. I shot my old teacher, with a green rubber band. I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride. You couldn't miss her, she's 80 feet wide!" she sang.

"Who are you singing about? Because if it's about Mrs. Deceany, I would love to tell her." Mr. Lambe said.

"I'm not singing about her, trust me." Skylar laughed.

"I'm starting to believe that that's a hard thing to do." He frowned.

"Aw, stop frowning. I have another song! It's romantic, trust me." Skylar said. "Here comes the bride, all dressed in white. She stepped on a turtle, and down came her girdle… Oh… wait… I don't think you liked hearing that. Sorry." She apologized. "Okay! I have a good one!" she said excitedly.

"You might as well sing it." He sighed

"Okay!" she said excitedly.

"Just get it over with. The bell should be ringing soon anyways." He sighed again.

"Tra la la boom di-ay, there was no school today, our teacher passed away, she died of tooth decay! We threw her in the bay, she scared the fish away! And when we pulled her out, she smelled like sauerkraut!" she sang, making Mr. Lambe groan in frustration.

"Everyone, just get your bags and head to next period." He said.
They all started walking through the door.

"Not you, Ms. Winters." He ordered.

She grinned a little shit grin and turned around, walking over Mr. Lambe.

"What? If it's about the whole song thing, I apologize greatly Tom." Skylar sighed.

"No, since you've come out of the hospital, I've actually expected much worse behavior." Mr. Lambe admitted.

"I'm still a bit sluggish from the medication I'm on." Skylar said, shaking her head. That movement made her dizzy and she fell forward into Mr. Lambe, who helped her stand up correctly.

"No joking." He frowned. "Do you need to see Mrs. Deceany?" he asked.

"Oh, Gawd, not her. No thank you, please, don't send me to her. Anyone but her." She pleaded while giggling.

"Then do you want to stay this period instead of going to cycle? I'll write you an excuse note." Mr. Lambe offered.

"Okay." Skylar nodded.

"Ms. Winters, would it be alright for us to talk to you? I'm Detective Stabler and this is Detective Benson." Elliot said.

"What do you want to talk about?" Skylar asked warily.

"We need to talk to you about what happened a few days ago." Olivia said.

"O-Okay." She said unsure.

"I'm going to go tell the person at the front desk to call Mrs. Deceany and tell her you're going to be staying." Mr. Lambe said before leaving.

Unfortunately they didn't get any thing from him and they were about to leave after Elliot fetched her dog, when she spoke up.
"He stuttered a lot. He was about 7 or 8 inches taller than I am. His hair was about shoulder length… I couldn't really tell actually, he had it pulled back. There was something about him… Simon wouldn't stop barking at him. It wasn't the fact that he tied me up but… he was barking at the man as if there was something about him… As if it was someone I knew." She said softly.

"Is there anything you remember, anything that was strange about him?" Olivia asked her.

"Yeah. His right hand. His index finger, it was as if part of the tip of his finger had been cut off…" she whispered.

"Thank you for telling us." She said.

"I have to go find Tom." Skylar said, standing up.

"Why do you call him by his first name?" Elliot asked.

"I've known him since I was little… He was my Mom's friend." She whispered before leaving, Simon at her side.

Ps readers, the only song that Skylar sung that I owned was the ontop of the table all covered in T's. They all are parodies of other songs.