The professor's class came and went and I soon was released from his class.
Laughter sounds along the halls, joined with excited conversations and shouts. Model worthy girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly's above their heads between two jocks in jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of nerds sit around the room laughing and causing all kinds of ruckus, all except one group that sit silently staring at laptop screens with massive headphones which appear to be permanently strapped to their heads.
I was walking through the hallway thinking about the messed up dream I just had.
"I have your friends..." The ghoul had whispered to me.
What could that even mean?
Were wyatt haydn and joyce all taken by some sort of monster?
Is what kerry said true? Are there monsters in the school?
"Hey."
"Eek!"
Someone me from behind. Scaring me up into the air.
"W-Woah! Skye calm down it's just me. Kerry!"
Speaking of the devil. Literally. Kerry appeared right behind me. She was wearing the same outfit she had been sleeping in except with flip flops.
"Geez Kerry. You scared the crap out of me." I said.
"Sorry. Didn't mean too." She apologized.
"Nah. it's not your fault. I've really been on edge for the past couple days. Ever since the three of our friends have been missing…."
"I understand. I really miss wyatt and his funny jokes." She reminisced.
"Yeah. If joyce were here she probably would have scolded us for being so sad." I reminisced about the time joyce had scolded me in cooking class over a burnt croissant. It was a funny but stern time for us both.
"-And If wyatt was here, He would've told a funny joke." Kerry said. Wyatt was always the funny one. He always use to tell this joke about a ladybug telling a scarab it was fat. It was corny but always made me laugh each time.
"-And If haydn were here he wouldve just shook his head." Haydn was always the most stoic and cynical of us all. But his cynicism was always good and not malicious at all. He always helped me by critiquing my dueling style and trying to help me get better.
"*Sigh* God I miss them…" Kerry exclaimed.
"..." I was silent as I observed kerry lowering her head in dissonance.
I sighed and relayed even more bad news : "Kerry. In class today… I had an awful dream about our friends." I said.
"W-What was it?" She replied back with fear in her voice. "Well…."
I began to tell kerry about the dream I had. The hourglasses, The screaming, The pain, The ghoul, All of it.
Her face turned from fear to curiosity then back to fear.
"W-Wow that's pretty ominous. Do you think it's some sort of S-Sign?" She asked.
"I don't know. But whatever it is. I don't like it." I Replied with a frown.
"I hope their all alright." Kerry said.
"Me too kerry… Me too." I comforted kerry on our way to our next classes.
She almost looked she was going to cry but didn't thanks to me.
There was hope before and now known now. Just a tiny flicker agains the wind. With the open eyes of a child I reached out, fingers extended. In that moment you had a choice of kindness or cruelty; it took no time at all for you to decide. You saw that dying ember and brought the winds to a cold howl. How is your thinking so different from my own, so alien? How is it you see the suffering and choose to make it all the worse?