I surveyed the class, and most of them avoided my eye contact. “No one knows?” The students were mute, but Roxy’s eyes spoke volumes! She gave me a very pronounced glare, and I could only imagine that she biked her way to the downtown area on Friday and found out about the defeat of that radioactive bunny! I wasn’t sure how she learned this since the only three witnesses to that affair were taken to the hospital, and one of them was unconscious! I would’ve shaken my head at her animosity over this occurrence, but we were in a quarter packed with somewhat judgy people who would definitely press me on something I didn’t want to explain… that is if one of them actually looked up and noticed my disapproval! “Come on, guys! The difference between short-term and long-term goals, it’s not that hard! I know at least some of you know it since a few of you took this class before!”
Yurei and Ismeray simply shrugged, and I had to stifle a noise of annoyance. This wasn’t a required course, these kids chose to be here! And yet they didn’t seem to have any desire to participate! I lost hope of anyone delivering the result I desired until Peter abruptly declared, “I’ve got it!”
“Go ahead and say,” I directed him while washing in a wave of alleviation. He was the last individual I expected to provide a response, but I welcomed his cooperation anyhow!
“It’s some sort of murder mystery!” Peter emphatically stated.
His assertion caused me to blink in confusion. “Huh?”
Peter clarified, “The movie I was working on this summer! Nobody in the warehouse would tell me about it, but I put the clues together… The handcuffs, the sweaty actors, that woman I heard screaming… It’s gotta be some whodunit story!”
“No, it doesn’t!” I managed to push the memory of that terrible encounter with Phoebe’s sister out of my thoughts, and I shuddered at its renewal in my brain!
“Sure, it is! What else could it be?” Peter wondered.
I obviously couldn’t divulge the pornographic nature of the flick, but I didn’t know how to address it except to try and quell one of my concerns. “Are you eighteen yet?”
Peter griped, “Why does everyone ask me that when I bring up the plot?”
“It’s probably rated R,” Ismeray theorized. “You need your parents’ permission for that sorta stuff. It would’t have bothered my parents, but… Oh! You know what it could be? A cult thriller!”
“You should announce the new name of our coven,” Yurei suggested to Ismeray.
I disagreed, “No, she shouldn’t! She should-!”
Ismeray proclaimed, “It is no longer the S-U-C-K ‘cause too many people made dirty jokes about it. It has been renamed the Movement for Occult Accordance and Nicety- try and make fun of that!”
“So, you run a MOAN group?” a youngster deduced with a sly grin. “Do you-?”
“No!” I intervened. “We’ve gone way off topic! Since allegedly none of you know the answer, take out your books and-.”
Roxy slammed her text onto the floor, which sent a reverberation throughout the vicinity from its thud. “You are heartless, Mister Fenmore! Absolutely heartless!”
Her peers gazed at her in a startled intrigue, and I cut her off prior to her getting to expand on that concept, “Roxy, go to Principal Palillo’s office!” She stared at me with a growing huff of defiance, and for a moment, it appeared as though she were going to defy me and spill her guts about Damon’s displeasure at me surviving and foiling the initial phase of his plot! I prepared myself to call the hall monitor to escort her out, but I wasn’t ready to explain her antics to the rest of my pupils. I wouldn’t have personally cared if everyone considered her bonkers, but as a teacher, I had to promote fairness and harmony to everyone who attended my lessons. That would’ve been a pain in the rear, but I grew more worried about a few defectors siding with that demon and his devotee. I didn’t want to imagine how potent Damon would’ve been if he had more than one ally on campus! Thankfully, she stormed out without a fuss! I was in the clear, but for how long?”
“One is short, and one is long,” a girl remarked.
“What?” I queried as I recollected myself from that scare.
The girl elucidated, “Uh, I was answering your question…”
I had gotten so wrapped up in this hellish drama that I nearly forgot where I was at that juncture! I was almost certain that wasn’t the first instance these children may have developed a less than flattering opinion of my wits because of my spaciness too! I recentered my focus, and then I inquired, “Could you expand on that?”
“No,” she replied.
“No?” I echoed in surprise. “Why not?” The bell rang, and I commented, “Oh, I see!” As they exited the classroom, I went into the hall and instructed them, “You all have to write a one-page essay on the topic since we didn’t get to cover it today!” The juveniles groaned, and I added, “Someone tell Roxy!”
Casper aloofly leaned in his doorway, and he demanded, “Guess what I did this weekend!”
I bluntly refused, “No. I don’t really care that much!”
“I participated in a charity golf tournament,” he let me know anyways. “I placed third, but I still raised more money than anyone!”
“Good for you!” I reacted without any enthusiasm.
Casper concurred despite my lack of authenticity, “Yes, it is! I spent the weekend doing a bunch of good for… What was it again? Well, it doesn’t matter! It was a noble cause! How much good did you do for the community last Saturday?”
I definitely wasn’t about to indulge anyone in the true account of the chaos I recently endured, but I especially wasn’t going to regale him with it! I intended to utter something sarcastic as I usually did when he bugged me, but instead, I decided to wipe that stupid smirk off of his visage in another manner. “I was visiting my fiancé in the ICU. She got attacked by something powerful, and we still don’t know if she’ll sustain any permanent damage.” His expression shifted into guilt, and I darted back into my room with a small sense of satisfaction that at least one thing went right that day!
At lunch, I raced towards the teachers’ lounge. I promised to deliver a more detailed narrative of our tussle with that otherworldly brat’s concoction, and I was eager to relay this information to someone! Keeping this completely secret was maddening! I eagerly put my hand on the doorknob, but then…
A booming guitar riff erupted from the theatre next door! I witnessed youths using their lunch for performing arts practice, and I typically paid no attention to it, but I recognized this tune! It was one of my favorites! My curiosity peaked so intensely that there was no chance I would’ve been able to concentrate on the important conversation I needed to have, and it was crucial to air the details accurately, so I figured I had an obligation to unearth this mystery! Besides, I reasoned that this investigation wouldn’t take a very lengthy stretch…
Corvina masterfully strummed her instrument, and it stunned me that she possessed this ability! I mean, I recalled her recommending that we attend her band’s show, but I didn’t picture it having any genuine quality to it! Many high school students formed musical groups, but it seemed rare to encounter one that sincerely harbored any potential! If they did, they customarily produced songs of their generation, but she was playing an old-school jam as well as the pros! I awaited a break in their rehearsal so that I could commend her work, but her drummer sat down to join her. It looked likely that a pause would not ensue very shortly, but I was wrong!
The drummer hit one note, and it was overtly evident that something had gone awry! A gust of wind shot out of one of his sticks, which felt like my vision was playing tricks on me until that gale started to develop a form! The drummer fainted, and Corvina gazed at the spectacle in horror. I directed her, “Corvina! Get off the stage!” I was too late though…
A lofty man with a lanky, pointed beard and sand swirling where his legs should be hovered over her, so I sped up to the stage to intercede in this assault. As the sandy man dove towards Corvina, and she instinctively held her instrument above her body and yelled, “Don’t touch my baby!”
“Say goodnight!” the sandy man seethed.
“Goodnight!” I shielded Corvina and punched the sandy man in the forehead! Well, I tried to anyways! My fist went through him as though I stuck my arm into a dust-devil! I was addled on how to act other than to blurt out, “Actually, I’m not ready to go to sleep yet…”
The sandy man lunged at me, so I swiftly hurled myself to the ground. I assumed that Corvina would follow suit, but she didn’t, so I yanked her down prior to her collision with the sandy man. Her guitar landed on the surface with a thump, and Corvina complained, “Hey! That’s expensive!”
I shot back, “Yeah, but no one will hear you play it if you’re dead!” The sandy man glided in our direction, so I spat, “Leave it!” We rolled in separate directions, but we each managed to avoid him.
Neither Corvina nor I could guess which one of us he’d target next, but he didn’t opt for either of the two standing folks! He floated towards the unconscious drummer! I was closest to him, so I zoomed over and knocked the drummer out of harm’s path! Corvina probed, “Now what?”
“Good question!” I strove to dredge up something helpful, but I came up blank. As I mulled it over, I could feel sand in my eyes! I crouched down to get out of his trajectory, but I couldn’t go far since I was having trouble seeing. I could sense him nearing me, and I panicked a little…
“Eat clouds!” Corvina aimed a fire extinguisher at the sandy man, and luckily, she was able to blur his sight in a span that allowed me the necessary seconds to clear the crud out of my lids! “Or whatever’s in these things!”
I ruefully mentioned, “Mister Thales would know! It’s too bad he’s not here- he could also explain how to defeat sand!” My range of view sharpened, and I espied the drummer’s lighter next to me. I grabbed it, bolted up, and snidely regarded the sandy man, “You’re toast!” I lit a flame and held it to his torso, but it had no effect whatsoever! “Dammit! I thought everything burned!”
Corvina ejected more haze from the fire extinguisher, and as I fled from my previous stance, Corvina catechized, “Isn’t sand a flame retardant?”
“Well… I had to do something!” I pouted slightly from a kid showing me up, and in order to regain some dignity, I exclaimed, “In a situation like this, you gotta keep trying different stuff ‘til something works! It’s not like the solution’s gonna fall out of the sky!” I glanced up, and I beheld an object that I remembered using against a monster last semester. “Or maybe it will…!”
“What?” Corvina puzzled. The sandy man approached her, so she blasted him again.
I set the lighter against the theatre curtain, and its blaze moved pretty fast! Corvina almost deployed her extinguisher on it, but I advised her, “No, wait!”
The sandy man advanced towards us, but preceding his ability to get into our proximity, the sprinklers above the stage went off! I gazed at the sandy man with my fingers crossed, and it comforted me that he now bore a completely alarmed mood! Moments later, his form sunk to the floorboards, and to our relief, he became nothing more than a pile of soot!
Corvina galloped to the heap and gave it a robust kick. I was about to enquire about her behavior, but she anticipated this and conveyed to me, “I realized he’s gone, but I’m not taking any chances!”
She spread that muck across the stage, and the drummer was just beginning to stir when a heavyset fellow entered into the facility. He apparently wasn’t expecting to see anybody in the theatre, and for sure, he was not expecting to witness this scene! I presumed that he was going to scold us for creating a mess in his space, but instead, he applauded! “Love the energy! Very rock and roll! I need that area for my class soon though, so could you kindly clean that up? Please and thank you!”
“What’s going on?” the drummer groggily pondered.
“Practice is over!” I snatched his drumsticks away from him, and I observed that they were very knotted and gnarly. “Are these magic wands?”
The drummer justified his decision, “I thought it’d be cool since our band’s called Mystic Mischief!”
I recalled that Cricket was en route to a wizardry ball, and it seemed likely that she would’ve brought a wand too in order for her to manufacture that monster! I tersely told the drummer, “Not cool!”
“Totally agree! It’d throw off the quality of your percussion!” the theatre teacher chimed in. I wanted to delve into the origin of these commodities, but adolescents were trickling into the venue. I ran to return to my classroom, but I resolved to discover where these young people were getting these wands!