Hevgard

chapter 3

"So what did you do this time" Jeremy asked as he escorted Lisa.

"I'm guessing, its cause of my screaming"

"well, you could always tell him you were practicing for a banshee audition"

"Ha ha, real funny Jeremy" Lisa said rubbing her wrist.

Her mind searched for her latest offenses. It dwelled on her confrontation with Angela and crew in the earlier hours of the day. A few minutes of contemplation and she was cast in the bin where she thought Angela belonged.

"well, here we are." Jeremy said, jerking her from her train of thoughts.

"wish me luck."

"luck is for criminals. You'll be fine, if you did nothing wrong... on second note, Good luck."

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Inside the principal's office, Lisa sat beside her mom. Her mind searched frantically for an explanation. She had given the table a once over and found no clue to untie the knot in her stomach. Her mother's expression did nothing to help the matter. Her hair rumpled, eyes red, and Lisa could make out tear streaks on her cheeks.

"Mom is everything okay?"

"Yh...yh sweetie" her mom sobbed wiping her eyes.

Her voice sounded disconcerted and shaky. That also had no help in relaxing Lisa's nerves.

"Morning miss Lisa. I trust you are having a good day."

Lisa had been so concerned with her mother's demeanour, she had ignored the bald black man that sat in front of her the entire time. She took a look round the room. behind her stood the sheriff staring out the window, undoubtedly at his car.

"miss Lisa"

"yes. Oh yes, my first day was fine." She took another glance at her mom. This time she was sure she was hiding tears.

"look principal Jacob. If it's about the screaming, I'm sorry. I... I had a nightmare and – "

"-your dads dead honey." Sheriff carl muttered from the window.

"sorry what!" she yelled. Her mouth hung as she searched her crying mother for any signs of lies. "what kind of sick joke is this!" she yelled shooting to her feet.

"calm down missy" sheriff carl said still staring out the window. "your old man kicked the bucket. Wouldn't be the first man, wouldn't be last" he said itching his beard.

Lisa stared at the sheriff. Her throat began to tighten, but also threaten to pour out the content of her stomach. She turned to principal hoping to hear him say "we are joking; you are here for the screaming incident". But alas he said nothing. He just stared at her, like how one does to a struggling animal. Tears perched at the corner of his eyes and his mouth arched in sorrow.

She fell back to her seat. At first taking in the news like it was some new night terror her brain her concocted. Another glance at her mom and she knew she wasn't dreaming. She had just woken up and she would know if she was dreaming, she was in control of herself after all.

Tears now streamed down her face, unknowing to her. Her mind casted back to the night before soaking in the smile on his face. Like a wave it receded into blankness, then rushed back to her earliest memories of him. The memories of him stealing her ice-cream, memories of the funeral of Mr Jacob Jeremy Matthews.