"Why are we going to the storage room?" Lukas asks as they descend the steps to the basement. He holds his phone's light up so she can see. The faulty wiring of the lights making it an unreliable source of light for them: Lauren decided after a few flickers that they were pointless and turned them off completely.
"I'm looking for something."
"Like what? Spiders. Cause that's all I think you're going to get down here." He says as they reach the door and Lauren takes the key from him. "And why don't you have a set of storage keys since you're a teacher?"
"Only a select few are privileged to have them."
"Jees...I wonder what could have possibly disqualified you from getting a set?" Lukas sarcastically comments and she turns and looks at him coarsely.
"Mind who you're talking to young man. I could easily tell Max you decided to go exploring by yourself down here when I caught you red handed." She says snidely and sighs heavily.
"Tell me what we're looking for Aunt Lauren- or I'm gonna tell Mum it was you who broke her favorite dinner plate she got in Dubai."
"You fucking wouldn't dare!" She turns around quickly and he smirks at her.
"Bet."
"Grrr...fine! But you can't say a fucking word to anyone!" They enter the storage space and shut the door behind them. Pocketing the key into Lukas's pocket, Lauren tries the lights but they too don't work. "Does anything in this building work?"
"No. Now what are we looking for?" Lukas asks again as they both walk amongst the boxes with their phone lights.
"Anything regarding a Henry A. Whitman. Used to be the art teacher here a long time ago."
"Random." Lukas shortly comments and they begin looking.
....
Upstairs, Helen, Max, and Luna sit around one of Helen's classroom tables and draw on a large piece of white paper. Soft music plays in the background and Max watches as Helen meticulously draws a black and white dog with a pink nose, one floppy ear, and one half perked ear.
The dog looks rather realistic and it makes Max wonder about it. The detail work that goes into this dog means it must have some sort of meaning to Helen.
"That's very good." Max says and gestures with his colored pencil to the dog in front of Helen.
"Oh...thank you. I like you...boat?" Helen tries to sound confident in knowing what Max drew, but she honestly has no idea what it is.
"It's a baguette—I'm drawing a sandwich." He states and she tries so very hard not to giggle, but she can't help it.
"Haha...sorry....sorry—it's um...it's a lovely sandwich. Looks very tasty. Don't forget the cucumbers though." Rolling his eyes they look at Luna's drawing of a rainbow and flowers with Judge and Luna holding hands. It definitely changes the mood in the classroom. "Are Judge's limbs really that long?"
"Sorta. They dangle a lot." Luna says.
"Oh..." Helen says and Max catches Helen's expression of doom.
"So um...was that a dog you had as a kid?" Max changes the topic.
"This? Oh...um—no. I never had any animals. Mum didn't like them in the house." She states clearly and adds a blue color to the dog's neck.
"Oh—well it's very realistic."
"I dreamt of it the last few nights. It's some sort of Pit Bull mix."
"You dreamt of it?"
"Yeah- odd, right?"
"What happens?"
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
