The Bully Plan

Chapter Nine: The change

NINE: The Change

Tabitha spent most of her night thinking about how to re-do the Bully Plan. She had almost given up on it earlier but this had to work. Obviously the physical aspect won’t work against them. But what about the mental? Surely they would get offended by something, right? Everybody has something that makes them extremely upset. And now Tabitha had to find out these things. So she started surfing the internet, she went on social networking sights and looked at things they had said. She searched for hours and hours looking at things, searching back through the histories of posts. Then she sent emails to Darcy and Castielle about what their weaknesses were. Daelyn suffers from an extremely ridiculous fear called Paraskavedekatriaphobia which is a vertigo fear of Friday the thirteenth. This would work well for them because that date was at the end of this week. What a discovery! Jake also has an insecure fear called Kakorrhaphiophobia witch is a fear of failure and defeat. But as for Parish and Sage, they didn’t have any fears. But on year eight school camp somebody say they saw Parish’s bed with a big wet smelly spot right underneath him. The person who saw this was beaten until they swore not to tell anyone and moved schools and Sage is addicted to roller blading. Tabitha herself liked to roller blade but she was sure Sage’s friends would think it was stupid and she could tease him about it. Darcy replied to the email. He said it was a good Idea and the change will take place as soon as they get to school tomorrow. Tabitha looked at the time and went to sleep.

Caitlin had decided against going to the city. She got off at Central Station and planned out that she would catch the other train as far north as possible. She looked at the Television pinned to a big Marble pillar with the on-screen time-table showing the times. The North-Bound train is the one she wanted. The train pulled into the platform and the doors opened. She hoped on to the train. About thirty seconds later the train pulled off in the direction of North Wellington Station. Then she saw the men in white uniforms saunter in her directions swiping travel-cards and checking    pre-paid tickets. They were only a few people away. She got up and walked away to the next carriage. The ticket checkers gave a suspicious look and walked in her direction. “Can I check your Travel-Card or Ticket?” The fat one on the left with a silver pair of aviators and equal silver hair asked rudely.

“Uh… no I forgot to pay.” Caitlin answered.

“Do you know what this means? You could get fined up to two hundred dollars and exceeding! You’ll have to get off at the next train station! What is your name!? I’m calling your Parents!” The man on the right yelled. The train came to a speeding halt at Wellington North station. “Get off the Train NOW!” he yelled. The one on the left exited the train with her. He took out a note-pad and rudely asked, “Name? Parent’s Mobile?”

“Caitlin Anderson is my name and my parents’ phone number is… screw you!” she yelled and ran off in a panicked sprint. She saw the fat railway policeman sprinting after her, nowhere as fit as Caitlin. She ran down a near-by street and hid behind a tree. Had she just said screw you to a Train-Police officer and ran away? Caitlin looked at the sky and realised that the time of night is probably around eleven or twelve o’clock. She needed to catch a taxi somewhere.

The fat Train Police-man chased after the girl named Caitlin. He had her name and that was all he needed to track her or her parents down and press charges. He stopped, realising that the girl is to fit and he would never catch up with her. He looked around. His car was not there and all the trains were cancelled for the rest of the day due to rail work. He would have to call a cab, get home and look at the “Anderson” section in the Phone book. He walked on to a street, tried to hail a taxi, but it ignored him. He saw someone inside it. Caitlin was inside the Taxi. Another one drove by and he successfully hailed it. The Taxi ride took about fifteen minutes but it felt like two hours for the fat man due to his excitement of finally doing something heart-beat raising in his job. He got home, tried to sprint trough his door while opening it, but just ran head on into the door. He rubbed his head and complained, “Ouch. That was stupid.”

He opened the door, walked in and grabbed the phone book.

He made several phone-calls. With the first luck he had gotten that day, the first phone call he made was to Caitlin parents. “Hello. Your daughter has made many offences to me and the rules of being on a train. The train rules… Train stuff… basically she broke a rule that fines will apply.” He said without any form of politeness.

“Oh you found her! Is she with you? She hasn’t come home!” she sobbed.

“Well… really? I saw her around Wellington North station and… she caught a Taxi somewhere.” He said, trying to fake sympathy.

“Where? How? What was the licence plate? Anything? Did she have a phone? Anything! Just tell us anything! Please we are desperate! We are worried sick… she left a note-“ he hung up on her. He really didn’t give a crap. So he continued on.

Darcy had gotten a text from Caitlin’s parents. So had everyone in the group. Caitlin had run away. They begged for any useful information. Tabitha had broken down. Castielle isn’t speaking much. They all felt responsible. Darcy didn’t know how. But in Caitlin’s letter she had felt extremely responsible for everything. Caitlin’s parents had said that they had found a knife on her bed and… blood on the sheets. Caitlin’s mum is worrying about it being a kidnapping. She has started putting up posters and handing out flyers. Life had once again, taken a change for the worse.