SNOW
IGGY HAD OBVIOUSLY WROTE this note. I flew to the nearest library in Virginia. I stopped at the Chesapeake public library, and got a card. I walked over to a computer, staring at the note. I logged in, opening a messaging app, typing in the number. It rang.
MAX
"Happy dissecting students!" Dr. Williams said. I put on my clear, dorktastic goggles automatically while Dylan fetched the dissecting tray. It was equipped with a scalpel, a small pair of scissors, three pokey, suspicious-looking tools, and a pair of tweezers.
"So," I said, mentally smacking myself upside the head when my voice shook. "Ready to cut this thing open?"
"We can leave if you want," Dylan replied softly. "I don't wanna do this any more than you do." I clenched my teeth and pulled my shoulders back, shaking my head.
"No. Normal people do dissec-" I was cut off when my bookbag started vibrating, ringing. "Who in the world?" I said to myself softly, Dylan raised his eyebrow, noticing it too. At least I get an excuse from this hello-hole "Dr. Williams, we're feeling kinda nauseous." I lied, in the sincere way that I do,
"Yeah, teach I feel like I'm gonna throw up at any second." Iggy gagged, as we walked out the door.
"Oh, no, you don't maximum," said Dr. Williams in a steely voice. And here we go. I sighed. I leaned forward on the balls on my feet, ready to spring into action. Dylan moved ever so slightly, placing himself a bit in front of me and in a good fight position. I felt iggy tense up. Tapping his forearm twice, (letting him know to prepare for battle since he's blind) I breathed,
"Little over six feet. Bit of a belly. Dead center." Nobody but iggy--and maybe Dylan-- would be able to hear me. Ig inclined his chin the tiniest bit. He understood. Dr. Williams shuffled past the cardboard box of chickens on his desk, where he brought out some post-its and started scribbling. I watched him the entire time, my bag still ringing, if he charged I would grab iggy and Dylan to the left, roll over the empty lab table, and shoot out the door. If he yanked a gun out of his geeky teacher pants, we'd dive behind the table, throw some scalpels for good luck, and then shoot out the door. "So what's the story, doctor?" I asked Dr. Williams, crossing my arms over my chest. Everyone in the classroom was staring at us now. "Wait, I know-- your plan is to make my life miserable? Or possibly destroy us?" Dr. Williams smiled thinly.
"What do you mean max? I just do want you to get in trouble for walking out of class." He held out three hall passes.
Well, that was... unexpected. I narrowed my eyes at him but he didn't falter.
"Let's go boys." I shrugged and took the passes, and we walked out of the classroom. Now. Time to check out who this was.
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