CYNTHIA AND ZEV: Solve the Mystery of the Boarding School Ghost

CHAPTER 5

After class, everyone returned to their rooms. The boys live in the west wing of the mansion. I live on the fourth floor in room 45. Entering my room, i felt a boiling rage, however, i just went for my anger toy that my grandpa got me. It's supposed to be a stress toy but I use it for my anger level. From the moment I arrived to this day and forever more, I will hate the room. It's bland. Boring. plain. Basic. The painted wall is baby blue with horrible dark green curtains trying to match. The bed feels hard like concrete; the pillows feel soft and squishy like marshmallows. Digesting. My wardrobe is filled with emptiness and a few clothes. How do I sleep here single night of my life is a mystery to me. I soon undress myself and proceed to sleep in my boxers. Gosh, this bed is uncomfortable. I twister and I turn until I wrap myself in my blanket like a baby. As soon as I finally found a good position to sleep comfortably, the iron door creaks open. It annoys my ears with its rating noise yet I manage to keep sleeping. "Zev. wake up. Zev. wake up." a familiar voice called out.

Opening my eyes, I closed it back again. Turning to the other side of the room, I was violently shaken awake. Sitting on my bed, I yawn and stretch. Standing in front of me is my personal nurse Zane Mitchell. Zane is what girls would call a 'teddy bear.' He is a big, strong, masculine build guy with a warm heart. How I got him is beyond me. He gives me a warm smile as he palaces the tray of food on the counter, next to my bed.

"Dinner time already Zane?" I question Zane with a tired voice.

"Yup. Eat up." Zane responds with a cheery voice.

Looking at my food, I wish to throw up. "What is it?" I asked Zane as I made a disgusting face at the food.

"Oatmeal. It's healthy and nutritious. With an apple on the side. A very delicious meal." Zane replies.

"Get me some cornflakes and milk. Pour the cornflakes first then add the milk. Make sure the milk is warm; the cornflake is in a bowl not a cup and make sure the cornflakes are fruit loops or frosted flakes. I will not have any other cornflakes unless it is dry." I instructed Zane.

"Sorry buddy. can not serve you anything else until you finish eating your dinner." Zane told me of.

I took the apple from the tray and I smacked the oatmeal on the floor. Now Zane will have to bring me my cornflakes and milk. Zane giggles in awkwardness as he stretches the back of his head. "I'll get the janitors. In the meantime, I'll bring you something else to eat." Zane said.

"Preferably my cornflakes and milk. With a green apple this time." I commented as I took a bite out of the apple.

"Ill right then. I'll be back." Zane says before he leaves.

I hope he gets my cornflakes and milk like I requested. When he returned, he did not get my order, inside he brought me a ham sandwich. This is not what I wanted. And I questioned him. His response was that chefs could not make me cornflakes and milk and me a sandwich instead. Horrible. If this was a restaurant, I would give it zero stars. Well, one star, the service was nice. What a night. They didn't even give me another apple. Just water and a sandwich. Tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully.

The very next day, I went to school like everyone else. I rather stay in my room but whatever. Class was boring so I slept through most of it but James kept waking me up. Man, that sucks. At break time, everyone is out in the back of the house. A very lovely area. Open space and all with hedges, trees and a playground for younger kids. There were students who played sports in the sports area of the field. Somehow, I find myself in the sand box burying James under the sand. Three-quarters of his body is already buried in the sand, just his face and chest showing. A short while after, a short boy with short, black, straight hair in a choppy curtain hairstyle walks up to me and James. His eyes are black and his extremely fair skin. He looks like he's Asian-American. In his hand is a bucket. Wonder what it's filled with. Water maybe. He takes up the shovel from the sand and starts to shovel sand into the bucket. Afterward, he pours the sand all over James as if it was a bucket of water.