I'm Sorry

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The policewoman was right; it took all night for them to arrive at the school. without speaking, they collectively decided to just sneak into their respective dorm rooms and go to sleep.

The next day, they got out of bed and went to first period as if everything was normal. Except it wasn't normal. When they entered, Mr. Sam was asleep at his desk and Alexander had made pancakes for everyone. With him was Karla, holding cans of butter and syrup.

"I had a feeling you would be back." Alexander spoke with a massive smile. "No one misses Thanksgiving breakfast."

"Thanksgiving was always the best time." Karla responded. "It had the best food. Now who wants butter and syrup?"

Bewildered, the five sat down and ate their pancakes (only with butter, as they didn't want their desks to become sticky with the syrup).

the door opened, and in it stood Davey, bathed in shadow. All that was visible under his hat was his piercing eyes that stared straight at Alexander. Alexander walked up to him, pushed him out the door, and closed it behind them.

"Can we talk?" Davey said.

"About what? How you've lied to me for years? How you somehow knew about some abandoned lab that just so happened to have the exact machine I needed to free Karla? How you knew about the guy who tried to kill my friends? Honestly I have no clue where to start with you."

Davey stared for a moment. "I'm sorry." He sighed.

"That doesn't make anything better." Alexander was tired of ignoring his troubles.

"I don't know if you'd even believe me if I tried to explain."

"Try me."

"My power is to talk to shadows. Or something like that. I'm not sure. You see what happens when I wear this hat. the shadows gave it to me. Sometimes the dark areas of rooms just start speaking. Sometimes I try talking back. Rarely, they'll respond. It might not be a they, possibly just an it. One person, who somehow knows everything. They helped me become your friend. They told me all about that lab. And just before you arrived at the stadium, they told me about the attack."

"So in other words, you know nothing?"

"I'm Sorry."

"Don't, just don't. I have actual friends now. And I need to get back to them." Alexander turned around and re-entered the classroom.

Mr. Sam walked out. "David?" he asked. "You okay, kid?"

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

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