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Chapter 3
June 5th 2001
When I woke up, Melissa was still sleeping. So I went to see if anyone else was awake yet. I walked through the halls, looking into all the other kids’ rooms. It was really early in the morning, so I didn’t really expect anyone to be awake. I was checking in Ivory’s room, when I turned to go to the next room, there was Paul leaning against the wall.
“Hi Paul, why you up so early?” I asked curiously. He just shrugged, and turned to walk away. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. His eyes were red as if he were crying. “What is the matter Paul? What happened?”
“It’s none of your business!” He replied with an angry sob. He then ran off to his room. I didn’t follow him. I think it would be best for him to calm down, before I talk to him again.
So, I walked to the very end on the hall to the last room, Paul and Daniel’s room. I looked inside to see that no one was there. There was only the box which had once contained the Toad that Marc found outside. Out of curiosity I stepped inside the room to look in the box. I was hoping that nothing would jump out at me when I lifted the lid. I slowly lifted the lid to the box and nothing was there. I sighed in relief, grateful that the toad had been put back outdoors. I simply put the lid back onto the box and turned to the door. Then I heard someone coming down the hall so I hid in the closet. I hoped it wasn’t Ms. Timberline. Then the voice became clearer. It was just Danny coming back to his room. I quickly got out from the closet and went toward the door. Danny and I almost collided when he turned into his room.
“Um, hello Ash. What are you doing in here?” Danny asked with high curiosity.
“Oh, nothing really. Just seeing if anyone was awake yet” I answered awkwardly. I could tell he was still a bit confused, so I decided to leave before he asked anymore questions.
I was walking toward my room, when I heard the more horrid ringing. The bell that Ms. Drimply rang every morning, afternoon, and evening. It meant that everyone most go to the dining room for their meal. I drudged toward the dining room counting my steps and looking at my feet. Five, six, seven we are probably going to have that not-so-delectable oatmeal. It’s so bland, I don’t understand why Ms.Timberline likes it so much. Maybe she doesn’t have taste buds. Or maybe no senses at all, that would explain a lot. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty maybe we will be allowed to add some brown sugar to our oatmeal. Though, we haven’t done that since last Christmas, six months ago. Twenty-nine, thirty I look up. I’m already down the stairs and right behind my chair at the dining room table. We all wait for Ms.Timberline to sit before we can. She looks around at everyone then takes her seat relieving us of the wait. I feel like I am a solider. Waiting for Ms. Timberline to sit before I can, waiting for her to start eating before I can eat.
I force down the breakfast oatmeal, and wait for everyone else to finish. About five minutes later everyone is done and so is Ms.Timberline. She looks around at us, and excuses us one by one. Finally I’m the last one to be excused from the table.
 xXJ3SS13_L33Xx · Sun Jun 21, 2009 @ 02:21am · 1 Comments |
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