Disclaimer: Still not owning Recess.
A/N: Many many many thanks to my two reviewers of my last chapter:
GeoJany
WiltedRose-x
And where is everyone else?! I really hope I haven't lost readers because I haven't updated in so long :S Now that I have a lot of time on my hands, I will definately be updating much much more. It has been far too long I know! Please please read and review, it is what inspires me to write more.
Happy reading! XXX
Dedication: Lanekimfan, for faithfully reviewing and reading and generally being a great supporter, thank you!
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'Ohhh, my head,' I wheezed, wincing underneath the pressure from the piles of boxes on top of me. In front of me blurred figures slowly came into view as my shaking eyelashes parted and allowed my sight to live again. My hands were twisted behind my back and as I tried to move them I screamed in pain.
They better not be broken.
I wiggled my fingers and felt the tips spring into life. Smiling only for a moment where I realised that I could move, I began to painfully manoeuvre my way through the avalanche of drugs. I let out several groans as my limbs begged me to be still, but I refused their wishes and persevered. As my torso emerged and kissed the air, inspiration to move on rushed through me and I flipped myself over to kick the boxes away.
This hurt even more but that final declaration of freedom was all I needed to clear my head. The boxes pitifully rolled away, crashing to the floor and releasing me as their prisoner. Screwing up my face, I stood up and propped myself against the door, breathing through my sleeve to prevent anymore intake of the drugs, which were still floating through the air like a heavy cloud. I felt behind me and as I touched the cool metal of the door handle I grasped it and hungrily escaped from the room. As I found myself standing in the hallway I panted and straightened my coat out, brushing the white powder off my lapel. I looked at the list again, realising that I still had some clearing up of the league to do before I could officially consider myself '1/3'.
I checked that the coast was clear of Gretchen and tried to straighten my head out. How long had I been passed out for? Had I been passed out at all? My head was so confused from the coke that it was hard to make sense. I coughed viciously into my fist, trying to free the ghosts of the boxes that I felt were still trapping my lungs. I looked around for a water fountain and when I saw it smiling at me across the corridor I hurled myself towards it, puckering my lips as I frantically felt around for the button. When I pushed it a long stream of crystals flew from the nozzle, I relished their taste and cupped some in my hands to splash across my dirty face. I didn't have a towel but that was the last concern on my mind.
How the hell was I supposed to get all these drugs out of this room? Calling in members of the league was no longer an option; now that I had officially left I would probably already have a bounty on my head. So now it was just I and I alone. I looked around, half expecting a hoard of people eagerly waiting to help me out. Instead all I saw was an empty hallway and the car park beyond the fogged screens of the school doors. Through my nervous smile my eyes lingered through the cars beyond, however as I sighted Hank's dusty-white van nestled between empty school buses they widened. I was struck with an idea, finally! I caught a breathless grin while I realised my luck and crashed through the front door. I knew from experience that Hank always left the van door open, just in case something needed transporting at a last-minute's notice. Suddenly all the pain of my limbs vanished and as the door of the van swung open and the empty space greeted me I nodded triumphantly.
The next hour of this confusing life of mine was spent heaving box after box and bag after bag of merchandise into the van. After the twelfth box had been moved, the rest passed in a dreamlike daze. Seeing all of the crime, all of the lies and deceit that I had had to go through to succeed in this industry. To get all the money and all of the attention from people in the business had been like slowly scratching my skin off. And for what? I had money, I had more money than I could count and I had everything I had ever wanted. But through it all there was one thing I didn't have, and was the one thing I wanted the most. My heart added itself to the list of my aching muscles and after slamming the van door shut with a final sigh I rubbed my bruised hands across my forehead.
Now the room was clear, I could finally cross the league completely off my list, and now I could focus on Fingers' killer.
Catching my reflection in the car side-view mirror, I already knew who it was.
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A/N: R&R please!