Chapter Fourteen- Robert Jones

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I hadn't returned to school for about a week now. My wife, Brenna, has made me stay home to prevent me from having a nervous break down if I heard the noise again. We were still attempting to come up with a plan to defeat the beasts, but I still hadn't figured out what to do yet.

My baton was still at the school building, and I didn't have a back-up. That thing was a piece of mechanical genius. It took my ancestors years to invent that thing.

I was having yet another conversation with Brenna about different plans. I had already explained to her that my baton was at school, and I couldn't put my students at risk by going to grab it.

I sat in the seat next to her on our couch, just calmly discussing our plans with each other.

"If I stay here any longer, the Wood Splits might attack again. I can use my baton to vaporize them, though." I reasoned.

Brenna sighed. "I suppose, but what about the Drum Major?" she replied, "With just your baton, you're defenseless."

"I know," I groaned, "She's my only problem, that little jerk. If she wasn't around all of this could've been solved already!!!"

I frowned, and planted my forehead into my palms and rubbed it. This whole dilemma was a huge headache.

"And poor Jason, bless his heart he has to go through all of this." I moaned. Brenna was rubbing the back of my neck now. That woman had a soothing touch, I swore of it.

"I'm sorry Brenna," I said, still rubbing my forehead, "I may have been more on-edge lately, and despite how much time I've spent at home I haven't pushed any of it aside for you."

"Oh, Robert, you're perfectly fine." she replied in a soothing tone. "I'm still fully aware that you're in love with me."

I smiled to myself a little. I really did love that lady. She sure as heck was something special. I couldn't imagine my life without her.

I was almost half way asleep when I had a sudden, terrible, gut-wrenching realization, causing me to sit up in shock.

"What's wrong?" Brenna asked, a concerned look on her face.

I looked up at Brenna in sheer panic.

"One of my Band students plays the Cello."

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