Whispers [complete and non-edited]

Chapter 15

Clack-click-clack-click-clack-click-clack-click went Laehal's shoes on the linoleum floor of the hallway as he walked towards the door.

"Laehal," the voice whispered to him. "Laehal..."

The closer he got to the door, the louder his name was called.

"Laehal." At this point, the voice was no longer whispering. It was simply stating his name. "Laehal."

He walked slowly closer to the door. Now he was about the same length as he was tall from the door.

"Laehal." The voice raised a notch. It raised again when he took a step towards the glass of the door. "Laehal."

He could almost touch it now, just a couple feet away. "Laehal!" the voice yelled. He paused, shocked by the outburst. "Laehal!"

"What do you want...?" Laehal whispered more to himself than the voice.

"Laehal!!!" the voice screamed. Laehal was just inches away from the door handle. "Laehal!!!!!!"

One inch away, a blood-curdling scream was produced from just behind the door. Laehal recoiled and covered his ears, falling to the floor as he tried to protect his precious eardrums, and yet he knew that the scream was his name.

When the scream dissipated, Laehal threw the door open. Immediately he was sucked out the door. He closed his eyes, fearful of what he would see if he opened them. Something hard hit his head, and then he lost control over his conscience.

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"Laehal!" came a strict, don't-mess-with-me voice. "Wake up this instant!"

Laehal's eyes shot open, and he looked up to see Ms. Fowler standing beside his desk with a very disappointed look on her face.

"Sleeping is not permitted in detention."

Sleeping? Laehal thought. Hadn't I just been leaving the school? He glanced at the clock. It was only 3:42.

"Sorry Ms. Fowler. It won't happen again."

She nodded and then went back to her desk, taking a guzzle of the liquid in her travel mug.

Then Laehal noticed that his head hurt. It must have hit the desk while he was asleep.

Laehal yawned. He was just dazing off again when he heard Deeliah say to him "So what did you want to talk about?" Ms. Fowler must have left the room.

"I wanted to ask you why you got detention instead of giving it to its rightful owner."

"That's none of your business," Deeliah responded, and then went back to staring thoughtfully at her blank papers.

Well, that plan didn't work.

"What are you doing?" asked Laehal, trying a different tactic.

"Thinking."

"Why?"

"You're annoying, do you know that?"

"Yeah."

Deeliah sighed. "I'm thinking of what to draw."

"Oo, are you a talented artist?"

"Well, I'm not famous, but I'd say I'm pretty good."

"Hm, let me be the judge of that. Draw me something."

"Whoa, you're pretty demanding."

"Just draw me...a horse."

Deeliah sighed. "One picture of the side of an Albino Pinto, coming right up." She stared at the paper for three seconds, then showed it to Laehal with a grin on her face. "Done."

"No, draw a horse. A real one."

Deeliah rolled her eyes, then put the paper back on her desk. After a few minutes, she turned to Laehal. "Do you have a pencil?"

Déjà vu much.