"Umm, now?", asked a nervous Wendy. "Right now?" Jack nodded and turned, saying, "Yes, now. Follow me. An' no funny business from any of ya, understan. I'm in no mood for that." He started walking and looked over his shoulder to see if the children were following him. To his chagrin, they were still standing in the exact same spot as they were a second ago. He stopped and beckoned to them to start moving. Elisa then spoke up, asking, "Can't we see the headmaster a little later? Like, say, after break?" Joan was covertly shaking her head and tugging Elisa's arm, but was ignored. Jack gave Elisa a hard look and snorted, startling her. "Sure. If you wanna see him after break, that's fine. I'll just pick ye up at teatime. That sound good to you?" Elisa, who was still thinking about the wonderful snort he gave earlier, which sounded like a truck engine, was snapped out of her reverie and quickly shook her head, saying, "No, it's okay. We'll see him now." The others nodded in agreement. J
Mr Rothwell was sitting behind his desk, his fingers interlaced, and a grave look on his face. He stared intimidatingly at the four kids who’d just entered the office. Once they were all inside, and the door was closed, he spoke. “Thank you for coming. Now, I know you children have some questions for me, but before that, I have some questions of my own.” He began by asking how they’d discovered the machine, and also asked who turned on the digitizer. Elisa swallowed, and (mentally) winced with pain. She had go through this whole ordeal again?! Hadn’t she suffered enough in the dark music room? Well, she couldn’t avoid answering the headmaster, because one of the other three, probably Joan, would tell him that she was the culprit. So, whether she liked it or not, she had to talk. She told him everything that she told the other three, with Joseph and Joan jumping in to explain how they’d discovered her sneaking into the machine room, and then how they’d all gone into Nirvana. During Joa
It was beautiful. The sun was shining overheard in the clear blue sky, its light filtered through the thick canopy of leaves. The trees were tall, thick and strong, unmoving against the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and grass. Song birds and butterflies flew to and from the trees, a beautiful diversion from the flowers and leaves on the forest floor. A natural path wound between the trees towards a clearing bathed in sunlight, and on this path was a little girl. She was about 7 years of age, a small child with long, straight, jet-black hair that reached her shoulders, eyes as red as the brightest rubies, a cute little button nose, and a pale face with the loveliest smile. The dress she wore was as black as her hair, with white frills, reaching past her knees towards her knee-length socks. It was simple yet elegant, perfectly complementing her beauty. She was running on the winding path towards the clearing, laughing as she held out her arms at her sides like an airplane. As
Elisa looked up at her ceiling, then at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was eight a.m. in the morning. No wonder her mother's been shouting for her; she overslept! She sighed, then proceeded to get up from bed. She was still tired from last night's event and wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers, but she knew her mother would simply come up to the room and throw off her covers if she did. Best to just get up for the day. "Elisa!" "I'm awake, OK! I'll be down in a few minutes!" She yelled back at her mother after opening her door, closing it almost immediately after she was done yelling. She let out a frustrated sigh, then turned and walked to a dresser on the other side of her room. As she reached for her hairbrush, she looked at the bedraggled girl clad in striped dark blue pajamas, who stared back at her from the mirror on the dresser as she combed her hair. Looking at her reflection, she could see the effects of last night's party on her tired face a
Elisa stayed in her room for nearly thirty minutes, still exhausted from last night's party. She passed the time mostly by reading through a few of her favourite books, and taking a small nap. She ate a few granola bars she'd hidden in her room to make up for not finishing her breakfast. The Rogers open their doors to visitors at about 8:30 am. Since Elisa had woken up at 7:30, thirty minutes later than usual, she had over an hour before her mother called her down to deliver the dishes back to the Rogers (half an hour after taking the time to relax). That gave her some time to calm down and think. First there was Harry. Even if he doesn't tell her her, he would still pester her to keep the promise she made last night. And the more pestering he did, the more of a pest he becomes. It also meant that mother would get involved, and since Harry is a terrible liar, she could easily get the truth out of him. And then Elisa would really be in trouble, the kind that her grandparents can't save
Elisa stepped into the Rogers' home, looking around in awe. No matter how many times she came here, the art and beauty always took her breath away.The Rogers family were all natural born artists, although, their art was rather....unconventional. Still, it was stunning and had a lot of charm.On either side of the front door hung a canvas of a bullseye target, one being made out of confetti, the other being made out of drinking straws.On the wall next to the stairs hung three more canvases, each depicting a flower. One was made out of candy wrappers, the second was made out of various seeds, and the third one was made out of bottle caps.On the opposite wall hung three more canvases, these ones having a more traditional touch, but still unconventional nonetheless. One was a painting of what appeared to be a swirling galaxy of colours, but looking closely, it was actually a bunch of mathematical figures and formulas. The next one appeared to be a pencil sketch with tiny splatters of p
Elisa sat curled up on her bed, brooding. She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them to her chest, staring into empty space with a weak glare.Ten minutes have passed since the fight. When she had lunged on her younger brother Harry under the assumption that he had split on her regarding the secret of last night's party. It had taken all of Mrs O'Sullivan's strength and patience to pry her children apart. Elisa had fought like a wild animal, first pummelling Harry on the floor (while he did nothing except shield himself), then struggling in her mother's arms, trying to get at her brother. It was only after her mother had managed to get her under control did she learn the truth. Mrs O'Sullivan had received a call from a friend just before she went to clean up the backyard. It was this friend of hers who told her everything about the party and Elisa's prank items (which she had received as a prize). However, to make sure it was all true, she sent Harry to look for Elisa's pr
Elisa was in the backyard, almost done cleaning up the mess she made. She made a face as she scooped up the last pile of fake poop with the garden trowel and put it away in the garbage bag in the other hand. Although she knew it was fake, it didn't help in the slightest due to its realistic look and smell. As much as she tried to avoid it, she had gaze upon each pile to pick it up, and everytime she always got a whiff of the smell that made her want to gag and throw up.After Mrs O'Sullivan dropped the bombshell about sending her off to some boarding school, she revealed that wasn't Elisa's actual punishment. Her real punishments were cleaning up the mess in the backyard and not being allowed out of the house, except for whenever her mother needed to take her shopping, until school started. AND she had to apologise to Harry for giving him a terrible beating, which gave him a few big bruises.The first punishment was for her prank and horrid behaviour this morning. The second was for d