Sunday, August 14, 2005

The Twists of Fate: Chapter Two: Part One
(well, everyone! Here we are, the beginning of Chapter Two! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you did chapter one. Also, i'd just like to say that even though work was boring today, I did have an awesome entry for "The Christopher Chronicles". If you don't know what i'm talking about, that's okay. It has absolutely nothing to do with ToF, so anyways, on with the story!)

Chapter Two: The Second Hour

Thanks to Sarah, I was feeling better, but I couldn’t get the whole notion that something bad was going to happen go away. My book bag slipped from my shoulder as I watch her walk slightly ahead of me. I readjusted it on my shoulder with an odd tweak of my arm, and almost ended up smacking one of the middle schoolers across the face. I smiled slightly, and nodded my head as I walked backwards. The girl nodded back, and then after registering who I was, smiled and waved. I turned back around, and made my way through the halls following after Sarah, the smile dropping from my face, as I almost walked into her as we met up with Brian outside of the class.
“What’s wrong,” he asked as he held the door open for Sarah and me as we stepped inside the dark lighted classroom.
“You know me too well,” I said quietly I followed Sarah to the back of the class and took my seat next to her, as Brian sat his book bag down next to his desk, and then straddled his chair backwards to talk to us. Brian had been my friend even longer than Sarah had. He was my height and had dark brown hair that was cut short. His semi-long bangs covered his eyes from time to time. Today he had them bushed back, and you could see those green eyes looking at you. He was fit, he played soccer after all, and was the nicest person in the world.
“It’s kinda easy to tell when your best friend doesn’t look well. Are you sick?”
“No, I….”
The bell rang to begin the class with an annoying loudness.
“Where’s the teach?” Sarah asked as she looked around the room. I followed her gaze, and saw our other classmates in eager hushed conversations with one another. This room looked exactly the same as the one we had just left. The chalk board sat at the front of the class, so dirty that nothing could be read upon it. The teacher’s desk was right in front of it, a tall pile of books obstructed the bottom of the chalkboard to be actually seen, lopsided from losing a leg the previous year. The windows all looked east to the morning sun, which had risen quite a ways from where it began its trek across the sky. Not all of the windows where open, two near the middle of the classroom where still closed, and their material shade still hang over them, causing the room to be less brighter then it should have been at this time of morning.
“So,” Brian asked, leaning his head on his arms on the edge of the back of the chair.
“I…I met someone this morning.” I said to my hands, that where folded on my lab under my desk.
“What!” He said, almost falling backwards in his chair. He straightened himself, and I looked up into his eyes, and I was confused by the look they held. His eyes were searching mine, trying to figure out the answer to a question he wanted, but dare not ask.
“I see.” He said as he looked down.
“It’s not like that,” I said. “It’s…” I started as I looked down at my hands again, clenching them on my skirt as I told him everything that happened this morning. I didn’t leave out any details, (except the dream). I looked up to him again as I finished, letting my skirt free from the strong grip I had on it. He could usually solve my problems for me, he was good at that.
“Oh,” he said looking down again. It looked like he was contemplating what to say. “Well,” he said at last, “I…”
“Good morning, everyone!” Our teacher said as he ran through the door, red hair waving wildly like he had just transported himself here through a gust of wind.
“Good morning, Mr. Miouga.” The class responded effortlessly.
“Well, I’m glad everyone is here!” He said looking over us very quickly. “I’m sorry to say, I have something to do at the moment, so if you could all stay quite while I’m gone, that would be great. Miss Kaoru, please come with me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, looking quizzically at him. “Bye,” I said to Brian and Sarah, as I grabbed my bag from its resting place next to the desk.
“See ya next hour.” Sarah said, as she waved. As I followed Mr. Miouga out of the room, I could hear them whispering to each other.
“Brian.”
“What, Sarah.” Brain said exasperatingly.
“Why don’t you just tell her?” Sarah insisted.
“I’m afraid of what she might say. I mean what if she says no…”
I followed Mr. Miouga down the hall, which was as dimly lighted as the classroom, and headed up a couple of flights of stairs. The stairs where so worn down, that you could tell where people had walked, the dark traces of the sole of the shoes where evident in the middle of the staircase. On the sides, cracks where beginning to form, and on the 2nd flight, there was a stair that you had to jump over, for the simple fact that the teachers where afraid the whole thing might collapse if it got to much weight on it. After climbing those stairs, and walked towards the end of the hall, we arrived outside of a classroom on the upper level of the school, a classroom I had never seen, or been into before. In fact, I had no idea it existed. Mr. Miouga opened the door with some difficulty, and finally opened it, and a bright flash of light met our eyes as he did. Inside the classroom were thousands of cables, coming out of the walls of the room, and each one was hooked up to one single laptop that was sitting on a desk in the middle of the room. There where no windows in this room, all the light came from the laptop.
“I hear you are good with computers, Miss Kaoru.” Mr. Miouga said with a smile as he ushered me inside.
“Well, sort of…” I said as I shrugged my shoulders, trying to take in the room.
“Take a seat.” He said as he gestured toward the loan chair that sat in front of the labtop.
I sat down in the chair and folded my hands in my lap, as Mr. Miouga stood behind me.
“OK, access it.” He said as he moved the mouse, and a log on window appeared.
“But, how?” I asked. “It’s asking for a password.”
“You know how. Just do it your way.” He said with a smile.
“What do you mean?” I asked quizzically.
“Hack into it.” He whispered into my ear.
“What???” I said as I turned around.
“Mr. Miouga, what are you doing???” came a voice from the doorway.
“Mrs. Billblock!” I exclaimed as she stood in the doorway, the excitement I felt at seeing her overwhelmed and pushed the side the feeling of curiousity that was welling up inside me. Not to mention the fact that the comfort level in the room had dropped by at least 20 degrees.
“Ms. Kaoru, you may return to your class.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I said as I rose to get out of the chair.
“She’s staying right here.” Mr. Miouga said as he pushed me back down. “I know there’s something in that computer, Mrs. Billblock, something you want no one to see, and I’m going to figure it out.”
Mrs. Billblock’s face turned a deep crimson red, her hair seeming to come out of the bun, and clothes about to pop at the seems as she swelled up.
“How dare you accuse me of such things!” she yelled.
I saw my opportunity, and jumped up from the chair, pushing Mr. Miouga aside, and ran straight past Mrs. Billblock and out the door.
“Come back here Miss Kaoru!” I heard her voice yell from behind me, but I kept running. I could tell she was running behind me, trying to catch me, but I wasn’t the star of the track team for nothing. I caught my stride, and sprinted as fast as I could down the hall, and turned the corner to tell Brian and Sarah what had just happened.
“AAHHHH!” The scream echoed through the semi-deserted hallways.

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