Revelation

Chapter Two

6th period ended. A certain long-haired, brunette walked away from the French room, while another certain long-haired brunette walked in.  This other girl had freckles, a green sleeveless denim jacket, a green tank-top with branches patterned on it, cargo pants, and black boots with green buckles. She had green fingerless gloves, and she had vines tattooed on her right upper-arm and on her right cheek. She entered the room and sat down in a seat--Lydia's seat, specifically--and, again, a very confused Madame came up to the girl.

"Okay. I've said this once already today, and I'm going to say it again. Who are you?" she asked, sure she was going crazier than she already thought she had been during the previous period.

"Um, Madame, it's me. I'm Lydia. Or in your class, I'm Oceane," Lydia replied. Madame blinked, and the girl became Lydia.

"Oh, um.. yes. Definitely. By the way, what's the 3 for--oh, never mind, I'll probably get the same answer. But I could've sworn that..." Madame faltered.

"Um, Madame? Lydia asked. "Are you...okay?"

Madame walked back to her desk, sat down, and put her head in one hand.

"No," she said quietly to herself. "No, I don't think I am." And with that, 7th period started.

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The next day, before the school let the students in for advisory, Madame was talking to her friend, Mrs. Raff, an ELA teacher. Unknown to Madame, the same thing had happened to the ELA teachers of the Southeast pod of the school in 3rd and 4th period of the previous day, but only the teachers that the girls had were experiencing this. No other teacher anywhere was having this specific problem with specific students. Most of their conversation was about what they'd recently been teaching their students. When they'd basically wrapped up their conversation, Madame added,

"I think there's something wrong. With me. I keep seeing things that aren't really there," she continued.

"It can't be any worse than the problem I'm having," Mrs. Raff said. "Either there's something wrong with me, or my students are playing tricks on me."

"It's with your students, too?" Madame said. "Maybe you're having the same issue. What's wrong?"

"Well, some certain students of mine seem to be...other people I've never seen before," Mrs. Raff explained.

"Hey, wait a second. I have quite a few of your students in my class. Maybe they're the same ones!" So the two teachers looked at the ELA class rosters.

"There. Right there. Those two are the ones," Madame pointed at Brittany's and Lydia's names.

"I've also got problems with this one, too," Mrs. Raff pointed at Catherine's name.

"We didn't mean to overhear your conversation, but did you two say you're having problems with certain students? Because if you are, so are we," said Mrs. Vals, the other ELA teacher next to Mrs. Raff's room. Following her was Mrs. Leman, the SE pod science teacher. She had been having...issues...with certain people...in first and second period the previous day. She looked just as concerned as the others.

"Actually, yes, we did," Mrs. Raff said. "Who've you got?"

"Well, I have two students named Izzy and Brooke. Izzy's eyes keep turning black, and Brooke's hair keeps going up in flames," explained Mrs. Vals.

"I've got all of those girls--Izzy, Catherine, Brittany, Brooke, and Lydia," Mrs. Leman stated. Even though she did have all of those girls, it wasn't necessarily bragging. It just meant more confusion for the girls' poor science teacher.

"Hmmm," Madame thought aloud. "I don't have either of those two." Just then, the 8:40 bell rang, letting all the 760-some students into the school's doors.

Someone walked into Mrs. Raff's advisory. Madame, Mrs. Leman, Mrs. Vals, and Mrs. Raff screamed in unison. The tube-top girl had just walked into the room.

"Well, I'd better get going," Madame said hurriedly. "I've got an advisory too, you know..." and she speed-walked out of the room.

"So do I!" said Mrs. Vals and Mrs. Leman simultaneously. They, too, speed-walked out of the room. Actually, more like ran. You would think they thought the tube-top girl was going to turn them into her next victims, the speed in which the teachers walked out of Mrs. Raff's room.

Mrs. Raff  began to worry a little more than she had been, then blinked--and suddenly Brittany was standing across the room, looking at her advisor as if she were from another planet.

"Mrs. Raff, are you okay?" she asked sympathetically. Mrs. Raff ducked her head like if she didn't, her student would make her head explode with her stare or something.

"No," she said quietly to herself. "No, I don't think I am."