Murder In The House

Part 4

Mr.Beanoot could be right. But what do I know? The bell rang, signifying five minutes before class starts.
"Bye, Mr.Beanoot." I said as I exited his classroom. He waved goodbye. I entered Ms.Hohn's room, or the english classroom.
"Good morning everyone," she said as she passed back our progress reports. She handed me mine. An A in English, a D+ in Science, B+ in Civics, and an E in Geometry. Goodness! I still needed to hand back those worksheets to Mr.Cornell, if I did, that D+ would fly back to an A. In Geometry, I need to retake those three failed quizzes. Just wonderful.
"Today, we'll resume to that packet we started yesterday, which I'm expecting that you kept." We all took out our packets and it didn't take long for my mind to wander off to places it shouldn't. Why did I hallucinate? Why would anyone drug the school's lunches? And how could they in the first place? Who was The Muppet Man? How did he get into the school? Why would he kill Isamu? It concerned me that I felt like I was the only one who cared. I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. I asked Ms.Hohn and zoomed straight out the door the second I took grasp of the hallway pass.
I entered the hallway, and then thoughts of The Muppet Man followed me through out my way to the restroom. I did my business and took one step out into the hallway. I felt paranoid, as If I were The Muppet Man's next victim. I could hear noise down the hallway. The breath of someone lingered through the empty and quiet halls. Someone was there. I retreated back into the restroom. Unfortunately, I was greeted by a pair of pretty brown eyes from the opposite side of the hallway.
          "Carmen? What're you doing here?" It was Ms.Jane. Melanie Jane to be specific. She was one of those pretty staff members, but I personally wasn't very fond of her.
           "Sorry, just thought I heard something." I said, still in the rest room.
            "Come on, there's nothing here," she said reassuringly. Or was it?
            "Umm okay." I stepped out of the restroom, and there she was standing right in front of me.
            "Carmen, I need to talk to you." Oh gosh, what is it now? "One of your friends told me you were imagining things that didn't really happen. We just want to make sure it isn't anything serious." I nodded my head. "I called your parents regarding the situation and they gave me consent for the nurses to give you a drug test."
            "Drug test...?" I asked, unconfident. "Ms.Jane, I didn't take anything."
           "I'm sure you didn't, but we just need to be sure of its causes weren't caused by any," she said with emphasis, "harmful substances." It was so obvious she didn't believe me. "The nurses will call you around seventh period. Sound good?"
          "Yeah." I turned around but she stopped me midway.
"And Carmen," she looked straight into my tiny eyes. "Be careful out there."
"Okay," I spoke, smiling. She smiled back, she was perfect. "Good bye."
"Bye Carmen." I arrived at Ms.Hohn's door and entered the classroom. I returned the hall pass and went back to my seat.
              "What took you so long?" whispered Adrianna, who sat right next to me.
               "I had to talk to someone." Adrianna smirked.
                 "Ohhhh, I got you girl." I let out a quiet laugh. Soon English ended, and it was time for science class, where I would see Melissa. Nancy, Elizabeth, and Adrianna were in all my core classes. How fortunate was I! I walked in to Science class.
            "Hello Mr.Cornell! I got those papers you've been longing for!" I said enthusiastically.
"Great!" He said. He went to his computer, I followed him. I handed him my papers. He looked at them carefully, typed in some numbers, and did some math.
"You got yourself an A."

           They were serving caesar salads today. The day was going great. I was able to raise my science grade all the way up to an A, and now a great lunch. I walked back to my table, my lunch tray in my hands. I settled down. Jeanette Love, my other amazingly wonderful friend and also a member of my other friend group, also known as the "Snackie Packie" , only sat one seat away from me. The seat directly next to me was occupied by one of my old guy friends from fourth grade, Ronald Ross.
             "Hey Jeanette!" I said.
             "Heeeeeeyyyyy fam!" Jeanette replied lively. She was living up to her image, joyful but at the same time mature. "How are you?"she asked.
I replied in a heartbeat.
"Swell!"
                "And?"
                "And what?" I said, confused.
                 "Anything going on?" She asked.
                "Nothing much. Well actually, I take that back. I have to get a drug test during seventh period by the school nurses." Jeanette's eyes widened.
"Why?!"
"They think I'm taking drugs."
"And why is that?"
"It's a long story," I said, saddened.
"Tell me, we got the time." I refused.
"Nahhhh."
"But-"
"No," I said firmly. Jeanette replied in a playful manner.
"Okay! I see how it is....."
"Yeah," I said teasingly.
The Potato Nuggets then sat down. There was a lot of laughter. We had an amazingly great time. My next class, or Civics with Mr.Beanoot, passed by like flowers flowing in the wind. It was time for my last core class. One of my worst parts of my eighth grade days, Geometry with Mr.Glitter. Such an amusing name for a math teacher, isn't it? I walked up to Mr.Glitter.
"Mr.Glitter, is there anyway I can stay after school today to retake those quizzes?" He nodded his head. He was a man of few words, in this case, none. But whenever he spoke, it was a great remark. I walked back to my seat. The only person missing from the Potato Nuggets in this class were Melissa, along with English class as well. I'm still very thankful to see Adrianna, Nancy, and Elizabeth regardless of Melissa's absence due to a divergent schedule compared to the rest of the crew.  Fifty minutes of Geometry felt like an eternity in prison, but I was able to survive the "hash" circumstances.
              It was time to go to sixth bell which was my art class. Just like Civics, the bell passed by quickly, as if the class only lasted for five minutes. Finally, it was time for seventh period, the period where I should be called down by the nurses. I walked into the Teen Living classroom, where four of my Snackie Packie friends were. I was greeted by their smiles. One was Jeanette, and the other three were Selena, Cecilia (but for short, we called her Cece) and Pricilla.
"Hey Carmen!" they all excitedly in unison.
"Hello my loves!" I said.
           "So, you wanna tell me about that incident in lunch?" Jeanette said with a smirk while at the same time, raising her eyebrows in an intimidating manner.
           "What happened in lunch?" Cece questioned. I did my best to respond in a way I wouldn't worry anyone.
           "Just some interesting stuff,"
I replied in a casual tone.
           "Like.......?" Cece dragged.
I continued on with the unsteady conversation.
           "It's not anything big," I reassured.
"Mhhhmm...." Jeanette said. Selena looked at me as if she was trying to decode a hidden message within my tiny eyes.
"Okay........" Priscilla commented.
"Well, what are you guys doing this week?" I asked as an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Your mom!!" Cece joked.
"Very original....." Jeanette said with sarcasm. Tearing the peaceful classroom atmosphere into long shreds, the phone rang. Ms.Newman, or my lovely Teen Living teacher, rushed to pick up the phone. Finally, she put the phone down.
"Carmen, the nurses want you," Ms.Newman informed. Just as I expected!
"Bye guys!" I said, rushing to open my binder and a writing utensil.
I whipped out my planner, filled it in for a hall pass, received my teacher's signature and flew out the door. I speed walked my way through the breezeways and through the empty halls. The nurses' office was all the way over to the other side of the school, but I did not let that get in the way of trying to make this the quickest trip I've had. I wanted to return to class as soon as possible. Teen Living was a great class to me compared to Geometry, which I was failing badly due to lack of knowledge. Exhausted, I arrived at the nurses door. I turned the doorknob with a trembling hand. I was nervous. Not because of the results I would receive from the drug test (for I knew in my heart I did not do anything bizarre for my vulnerable and youthful age), but because of what I would to do to take a drug test. I walked inside.
"Ms.Kilos?" an old voice said.
"I'm right here," I replied. An old lady, definitely not middle aged, possibly an early senior, stepped out from the division of walls.
"Ahhh, yes. You here for the drug test?" she questioned.
"Yes I am."
          "Great. Follow me," she instructed. I followed her into her office. She scrambled through her shelves and took out a box. It was the drug test, but I've seen it before from one of those tiny dollar stores. Beachside really was cheap. "So basically," she started, "you pee in this cup, put the cap on tightly, place it in this plastic bag, and I'll take it and go from there."
"Okay," I said. She directed me to the bathroom. Honestly, this was so useless to me. I never recalled taking any sort of substances illegal for my age. Even if I did, how would I get it in the first place? I easily did what I had to do in less than a minute. I washed my hands and stormed out the door confidentially, the plastic bag containing the cup in my left hand. There was the nurse, waiting patiently in her office. I walked up to her and handed the bag with a brave smile.
She took the bag and gave an additional thank you. I exited her office and seated myself in a chair, behind the division of walls which separated the nurses's office from the student waiting area. Within a few minutes, the nurse called me back to her office. She had a stern expression on her face.
             "The result is positive," she said unhappily. The wide smile on my face faded and transformed into a frown.
              "I'm sorry?" I asked, my voice cracking.
              "The test says you took in Marijuana." Of course, it had to be a weed test. I panicked.
               "No!!" I exclaimed. "I never consumed any drugs!! Never! I don't even have access to any of those sorts of things!!" I went on and on. She tried to calm me down.
"Based off your results, the consumption is most likely to have happened some where late in last week. Possibly on Friday. Can you remember anything happening on Friday?" she asked calmly.
"No!" I said worriedly. "I don't remember taking in any drugs!" The nurse's eyes stared straight into mine.
"What about eating? What did you eat?" the nurse asked.
            "I ate the school's lunch, but it couldn't have been drugged since no else fainted...." I reasoned. "Unless I......" my voice trailed off.
            "Did you do anything special?" she asked.
     I felt my eyes open wide. A dark thought entered my mind.

            Lunch with Mr.Cornell!