Random Stuff

Tick, Tack

Slowly, I put my jacket on. Although the metal on it sparkles like the stars in the night sky, I feel like I was wearing a mountain. Sweet drops from my hands. The steady sound of it hitting the ground is hypnotising.

Tick, tack. Getting into the car is like a dream, not knowing if I really do it.

Tick, tack. How am I already at the home of this poor boy?

Tick, tack. Words and rivers of tears rushing by like a train on its track.

Tick, tack. Now it's time. My last chance. Focus!

On last breath, then I am inside.

The hallways are empty, my steps and distant chatter in the classrooms the only sounds in my ears. It helps, it helps to remind me what I'm doing this for, why I can't fail.

The blessed time to myself in the hallway is too short, it fades away too quick.

I barely register the sound of a principal greeting me, giving me a seat, handing me a glass of water.

I barely register the suspected students getting in one by one.

The thing that finally gets me back into reality is the headmaster introducing me to the students.

As I shake their hands I properly look at them for the first time. A athletic looking boy, a girl with beautiful, golden hair, a boy with dirty and a bit worn out clothes and a girl with brown hair and glasses.

After this, luckily rather successful, greeting I start the protocol. I ask question after question, note their answers. Most of the answers they give are expected or I already got to know them. Nothing too wild. Until the student with the glasses mentioned this: "Somebody played a prank on us. It's why we were in detention. Mr. Avery found phones in our backpacks that weren't ours." Why would anyone put phones in the backpacks of other students? Was it just a prank or could it be? Quickly I continue. Now is not the time to think about how these things fit together.

Luckily the interrogation finishes a couple of minutes later. As soon as the students are out of the office, I hurry to pack my stuff. My hands are trembling, the sorrows are back.

I close my eyes. There is exit from the school.

I close my eyes. Gray walls of houses are all I can see.

I close my eyes. Coffee and paper never smelt so good.

I close my eyes. My old, trusted office never felt so foreign.

I close my eyes. There is the note, the note that could either destroy or safe my life.