Dont Let Me Go

Three old ladies knit the socks of death

Chapter two:
Three old ladies knit the socks of death

Things were definitely odd, like my brain was arguing with itself, on one hand I remembered the fight with Mrs. Dodds, and on the other side of my brain said it was all in my imagination.
Only Percy and Grover made me feel like I wasn't psycho, Percy kept bringing her up which made me more convinced she existed. And Grover was a terrible liar.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.
I tried not to think much of it, but at night, nightmares of how close I was to death, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in cold sweat.
The freak weather continued, and the lack of sunshine didn't help my mood, I was cranky and irritable, on more sunny days I was fine, but days where clouds cover the sky, I wasn't.
My great started dropping, I couldn't focus, a first teacher's just thought it was just a mood swing, but as time went on, they got more frustrated with me. Finally when my English teacher, Mr. Bauer ask me why I haven't studied, I snapped.
So the headmaster sent a letter to my mom. I wasn't going to be invited back next year.
I knew I'd miss Yancy, but I'll miss Percy and Grover the most although I knew Percy how also gotten expelled, but what are chances I'd see him or even Grover again?
As finals approach, I tried to study but the words were serving off the page and circling around my head.
The only subject I really study for was history, for some reason I felt like it mattered more, and I need a to know stuff.
So I picked up my book and headed to Mrs. Myrons office.
I walked down to the faculty offices, to only bump into Percy.

"Shh..." He whispered. "Their talking about us." He motioned to Mr. Brunner's office.

"Sir, they saw her..." Grover was saying

"Their imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them of that."

The Mist? I looked at Percy who looked just as confused

"Sir, I... I can't fail my duties again." Grovers voice was chocked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

"You haven't failed Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy and Cora alive until next fall."

A book fell out if Percy's hand and hit the floor with a this.
Mr. Brunner fell silent.
My heart beat wildly in my chest
Percy picked up his book and we backed down the hall.
A shadow slid across the lighted class of Mr. Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than a wheelchair bound teacher, holding what looked like an archers bow.
I opened the nearest door, and we slipped inside.
A few seconds later we heard a slow clop- clop- clop like muffled wood blocks. A large dark shaped paused, than moved on.

"Nothing." Mr. Brunner murmured from somewhere in the hall. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."

"Mine neither." Grover said. "Bit I could have sworn..."

"Go back to your dorm." Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."

"Don't remind me."

The light went out in Mr. Brunner's office

"Percy... What was that about?" I asked after what felt like forever.

"... Something called a kindly one, the summer solstice..." He mumbled
Both of those things made no sense, but I didn't press, so Percy and I went out separate ways.

The next afternoon, I left the four hour history exam, my eyes swimming with all the names I'd misspelled, the dates I'd gotten wrong, the events I mixed up.

Mrs. Myron looked up as I exited, lips pursed as if she was going to say something but thought otherwise.

"Cora..." She said finally standing up to meet me in the doorway
"I'm sorry I won't see you next year, your a bright student."