Murder In The House

Part 5

     It all made sense, every incident fit together like puzzle pieces. The sleepover wasn't real. The things I've thought that happened that one night were only a fragment of my terrifying hallucinations. I was hallucinating. I paused briefly to let the truth sink into my confused mind. I was high on marijuana, all because I just had to raise my grades that Friday evening during lunch.
                "Mr.Cornell drugged me!"
"What?" the nurse asked. It was abundantly clear she was baffled by my brutal accusations.
                 "Mr.Cornell drugged me! He's the one drugging the school!" She must've thought I was completely mad.
                  "Why would you think that?" the nurse replied in the defense of Mr.Cornell.
"I thought a sleepover happened, but it didn't. I believed it happening the same day I went back to have lunch with Mr.C. And I was foolish enough to leave my lunch in the classroom. But you can't blame me! There wasn't anything going on during that week. But I know it was him." I explained in a low, but vehement voice. "Everyone of my friends had the school lunches! But a good friend of mine, Melissa, also stayed back with him. I had to use the restroom. She went with me as well, but I was the only one to hallucinate." I paused once more, searching for words. "Meaning he only drugged my lunch."
"But," the nurse argued, "we don't have any proof."
"What about the school's surveillance camera's?!" I said as scared as a mouse.
"There are none in the classrooms."
"Are you meaning to tell me the staff here isn't concerned on what happens in class?!" I stressed.
"It's not right to have camera's in class. The school board believes it disrupts our learning environment."
              "But I never took any drugs that day! Go ahead and ask my parents,  I was with them all Friday evening," I challenged. And that's exactly what happened in the next ten minutes. I was sitting in Ms.Jane's office, patiently waiting for her return. Finally, she walked into the room.
"Carmen....." she began. I avoided her icy gaze. I did not like doing these types of talks. My eyes were fixed on the floor. "Your mom said that you weren't taking anything. But you must have somehow consumed a drug for this to happen."
             "I did not."
             "But you did." I could hear the frustration in her voice. I felt terrible. How am I supposed to handle this situation? I started to lose trust in my own senses. Maybe they were right. Maybe something happened and I forgot all about it. But a part of me knew that I was right. It was a strong gut feeling. Even though, I did not blame them. I would too, disbelieve someone who held no sort of evidence, and even my own arguing seemed irrational and far from logic. I gave up.
"I'm sorry....," I looked up to face her. "I just don't remember doing such a thing. I thought I would never do something so destructive, but maybe I am, after all, the one with fault. I'm sorry. I really do mean it. I promise I won't do it again. Regardless of I not holding memory of me consuming drugs, I'll go along with it. It seems much more reasonable. I really do apologize." Her face relaxed.
               "Good," she smiled. "I'm glad we came to an agreement." I smiled back, but I'm sure it looked obviously fake. I was sent back to Teen Living.

"What happened?" Jeanette asked.
"Nothing important," I answered as we walked out into the hallways. The school day was ending, but not for me. I made my way into Mr.Glitter's room to raise my grade, just like what I did with Mr.Cornell. We begun my make up session when the school finally cleared of students. I retook all of my math quizzes I failed and passed them all with a seventy. There were fifteen minutes remaining before it was time for me to leave.
"What can I do?" I asked Mr.Glitter out of unalloyed boredom.
"You can return that laptop back to its cart in Mr.C's room," he said, pointing to the laptop on the desk near the back of the classroom.
             "Okay!" I said diligently. I sprang up from my seat and grabbed the laptop with care. I traveled into Mr.C's room, which was not at all far from Mr.Glitter's. "Hello Mr.Cornell!" I said with full spirit. There was no reply. I observed the lifeless classroom, no one was there. "Okay....," I said, talking to myself. I placed the laptop into its cart and plugged its charger in. My work here was done. There was noise behind me, a creak of a door filled the room. I turned my head and boom!  I jumped back from my past position. It was Mr.Cornell.
"Hello Carmen," he greeted calmly.
            "Hi Mr.C," I said with a smile.
              "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Just returning a laptop," I replied. I got up and pulled down my sweatshirt. "Are those gloves you're wearing?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty hip for a science teacher." Okay then....
Wait a minute, something seemed odd about the situation.
"What are you staying after for?"
"Oh, just some science tutoring." It was Tuesday. There isn't science tutoring on Tuesday's.
"But today's Tuesday, I thought there wasn't any?" The smile on his face disappeared. His eyebrows furrowed. Something was wrong. I looked around the classroom once more. My heart skipped a beat. His desk was messy, but something caught my eye. I looked closer under the large piles of papers scattered across his desk. Deep within the pile revealed a tiny patch of a flashy color of green. "What's that?" I asked, walking towards the eye-catching sight. He grabbed my shoulder.
            "Don't...."
             "Uhhh...what?" I backed away, but he got closer and closer within every step I took. I held a hand over his desk, which was right behind me.
"Don't go there."
"Go where?" He grabbed my arm, but I resisted. He tried to pin me down away from his desk, but I went the opposite direction. I heard footsteps from the hall.
"What's going on here?" It was the voice of Mr.Glitter. In attempt to escape, I backed away farther and farther. I accidentally pushed myself against the piles of papers, causing them to fly all over the cold air. Everything seemed to be out of place as if there was zero gravity. I rolled off his desk and intensively hit the floor. I laid there, exhausted. In the corner of my eye, I saw the same hint of bright green on the desk. I felt everything stop. The existence of time left no traces in my mind. Everything was still. The atmosphere, the things around me, and the breaths I took in. That bright patch of green....It was a part of something that would change the whole game. Here I laid, on the floor covered by crumpled papers. I was terrified to see the horrifying sight that also laid a few feet away from me.
            "What's going on?" Mr.Glitter asked, standing at the door step. Oh, Mr.Glitter. You want to know what's going on? I pointed to the object that wasn't far from my reach. He gasped and held a hand over his mouth. That bright patch of green, now that was a part of a soft fabric. That soft fabric was in a form of a mask. And on that mask was the face of Kermit The Frog.