I would have updated this story earlier but I've spent my whole day annoying my little brother (who hates Willy Wonka) by playing my Charlie and the chocolate factory soundtrack over and over. :D I'm evil.
You shouldn't tell him.
"I feel bad about lying to him," I said as I climbed into my car.
I was head to Mr. Rainey's house for my second day of course. I had decided to tell Mr. Rainey that I hear voices. He had ever right to know that I was a bit crazy if I was going to keep working for him.
I'm warning you not to do it. You had no idea what kind of problems you are going to cause. Just listen to me.
Don't listen to her. She has no idea what she is talking about. You should tell the guy. He has a right to know.
"Yes," I said starting the car. "He has the right to know and I'm going to tell you."
I pulled out of my driveway and headed down the road. My conscience and Clover were quiet most of the ride. It was almost as if they were thinking about what Mr. Rainey was going to say when I told him. I didn't have any trouble finding Mr. Rainey's house. In fact I made it there on record time.
If you do this it will change your life.
For the better.
Shut up.
"Shut up," I told them both. This is going to be hard enough to explain without you two arguing."
I walked onto the porch and didn't even knock before I walked into the house. It wasn't like Mr. Rainey wasn't expecting me. I looked around the bottom floor and didn't see him anymore. I walked to the foot of the steps and looked up them.
"Mr. Rainey?" I called. "Are you up there?"
"Yes," he called down. "What do you need?"
"I need to talk to you," I said.
Don't.
"Come on up," he said.
I ignored the voice in my head and walked up the stairs. Mr. Rainey was sitting at his computer and it looked like he was working on a story.
"Oh!" He said and turned to me. "Before I forget someone named Clover stopped by to see you. I told her that you had already left."
I didn't do it.
"What?" I asked in a surprised voice. "That's not possible."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Clover isn't real," I said quickly. "She is just someone who lives in my head. I've never seen her before but I've heard her voice since I was little."
"Are you saying what I saw wasn't real?" he asked.
"Yes," I said and held my breath.
"That explains what she said before she left," he muttered to himself.
I was totally lost.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You remember that guy you say?" he asked. "The one named Shooter. While, I don't know how to tell you this but he isn't really either. I made him up. No one else has ever been able to hear or see him before. I'm sure it's the same for Clover."
"Yes," I said. "No one besides me has ever heard Clover. What does this mean?"
"Well," he looked thoughtful. "It's reminds me of my grandparents. They both had Alzheimer's desease so my parents put them in a retirement home. One day they both called and said they were stuck in New York and needed a ride home. Of course they weren't in New York. They both had the same problem and had some how managed to think the same thing."
"So our situation is the same sort of thing?" I asked.
"Yeah," Mr. Rainey said. "I know Clover has been talking to Shooter because she called me something only he calls me. They can communicate with each other."
"This is too weird," I said shaking my head. "I need something to drink."
"Me too," he said getting up from his desk.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. My boss followed me and got two Mountain Dews out the refrigerator. I sat down at the table and he sat down across from me. He opened one of the sodas and passed me the other one.
"I just can't figure out why Clover wanted me up here and conscience didn't," I whispered.
"Your conscience is always looking out for what's best for you," he explained. "I know if I had listened to mine my life wouldn't be so complicated. But Shooter wanted me to have what I truly wanted and whatever he wanted for himself."
"My conscience knows that I would be better off going home and finishing school," I said. "But Clover knows I want to be here with you and I don't know what she wants for herself."
"Shooter wanted to be able to edit my books anyway he wanted and he got that," Mr. Rainey explained.
"Mr. Rainey I have..." I started but he cut my off.
"Call me Mort," he said. "We are beyond such formalities."
It was only then that realized how quiet it was. Even when I told Clover and my conscience to be quiet they didn't stay quiet for long.
"It's too quiet," I said.
"Same here," he answered looking around the room.
"What's this mean?" I asked holding my unopened soda can.
"It means they're out of our heads and are up too no good."
That story about the grandparents actually happened to one of my mother's friends. His grandparents called and thought they were in New York. It actually inspired me to write this.