It has only taken me forever to get up my next chapter, so it better be worth it!
As the gunslingers walked through San Francisco, they started to notice that many people would turn to look at them and they were afraid to attract unwanted attention.
"Everyone keeps watching us," said Jake.
"Nice of you to observe," replied Eddie, looking at the homeless man sitting on the street edge, watching them.
Susannah looked at them and said, "Yeah, we're only wearing torn old clothes and leather moccasins. I really think we will blend completely in.
"All we need to worry about is why we are here and to get through all of this," said Roland. "And besides, I think that we have gotten to our destination."
A head of the gunslingers was a large school with teens walking around. The school was four stories high and hundreds of kids walked and ran, here to there. One of the girls turned and saw the gunslingers and pointed them out to her friends. They all started laughing and one of them yelled, "Who's your stylist, a homeless five year old?" and they laughed and walked away.
"Well, so much for a warm welcome," remarked Eddie, and the bell rang and all the kids were gone to their classes.
Eryn and Katy sat next to the door in their Algebra class. Both of the girls were really smart, but they liked to skip their classes. So it wasn't a surprise that they ran out of class after an announcement went out.
They were learning about the Quadratic Equations when the Vice Principle came on. "Teachers, pardon the interruption, but please lock all windows and doors. There is a strange group of people on school grounds. Also, lunch will be postponed until the strangers are gone."
All of the students moaned for missing lunch, but at this, Eryn and Katy sprang up and dashed out of the room.
"Why are we running out if there are dangerous people running around?" asked Katy.
"Why did the dead baby cross the road?" said Eryn
Katy stopped and looked at her. "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that we're gonna get killed or something?"
Eryn laughed, "Just trust me, I have to leave. You can stay here if you want."
Just then, Eryn and Katy looked ahead to see the gunslingers. They looked just as surprised to see Eryn and Katy as they were to see the gunslingers. All except Roland, who expected something like this to happen.
"Oh great, now we're gonna die for sure!" Katy whispered into Eryn's ear.
"Just calm down. Trust me," whispered back Eryn.
"Um hi," said Eryn.
"Hey, are you the one we're supposed to be looking for?" asked Eddie.
"I guess so," replied Eryn.
Katy was totaly lost, "What, your going to leave with them?"
"Yup," said Eryn walking toward the others.
"What are you two doing here?" yelled an all too familiar voice.
"Oh great. Mr. J," said Katy. "I think I just died." Mr. Jenkins, or Mr. J. to the students, was the principle of San Fran High. He always wore a brown suit with a white shirt and a red tie. He prided himself on his dress and his great Algebra degree from Harvard.
"Girls, get in the class room," said Mr. J., "I'll take care of these guys." then, Mr. J. pulled out a