The School For Gifted Kids

Chapter 14: Ben

I screamed as loud as I could.

The guards were right outside, and the door burst open in a flash.

"Woah, kid, you alright?"

"Ew, you stepped in it."

"Gross."

Their name tags read Clark and Smith. Last names or first? Who knows. Clark was fat, and short, Smith was tall, and lean. Clark was definitely worried.

"Ms. Trump is going to kill us!"

"The Buyer is showing at noon!"

"What are we going to do?!"

"Hey, Moes a doctor, let's get him down here!"

"Nah, he's real busy nowadays. We should go to him."

"Okay. I got his legs, you get his arms."

They were about to take me away, when Elle and Willa (who was awake now) started up their tears.

"Oh please, can we come with you? I'm scared. I want him to be okay."

"Please?"

Smith frowned.

"Sorry girls, Anastasia says she wants all of you healthy and present, and you two would just slow us down."

"Yeah, we have to be quick."

Tears turned into sobs.

"Please! We don't know anyone else, and he's been throwing up all night and.. and..."

Clark's eyes were tearing up, and I had to stop myself from bursting with laughter. They were putting on a good act. We didn't even need to continue, because Clark did the rest for us. He turned to Smith.

"Aw, please Smith? Just this once."

"As long as they promise not to say anything about this to Ms. Trump."

Willa and Elle's tears dried up suprising quick, some might say a little too quick. I could see the suspition in smith's eyes, so I took that moment to vomit again.

"Hurry! He isn't getting any better!"

And that is how we ended up walking down the hallway. Well, the girls were walking down the hallway, I hung from the men's arms like a rag doll. We finally came to a small room at the end with a blank metal door. Smith scanned his key card through a sensor, and I heard a small click from within the handle. The door swung open to reveal a doctors waiting room, complete with National Geographics on the table. A smaller wooden door at the back of the room opened, and a tall, thin man with round spectacles came out. He was old, and he gave off a depressing aura, like an ocean with waves of incredibly boring pain. And he moved ever so slowly. When he spoke, it was like slow motion nails on a chalkboard.

"Clark, I've told you before, your pee is supposed to be yellow. You don't need to come back every time worrying about the pigment of your urine."

Smith raised an eyebrow at Clark.

"No, it's not about that! This kid was throwing up all night."

And in a lower voice:

"What happened to your privacy policy?"

The man smiled. It was a gruesome smile, his thin lips reaching ear-to-ear in creepy way.

"This way. Bring him in here."

He brought us through the door he had come out of, and helped the guards lay me on the table before going back through it for gloves. Clark and Smith had stayed in the waiting room at the doctors request, so me and the girls had a moment alone. Willa talked to me first.

"Nice act."

"You too. You can cry on command?"

"It's an interesting talent."

"Comes in handy."

"Yeah, I have to escape from an evil genius who wants to kill me all the time."

"Don't you have a spell that can get us out o here?"

"I've been able to do stuff all my life, but without further teaching, or spell books, all I can do is control an object's path. You?"

"Nothing that would help. Unless you want to play a prank. Them I'm your number-one guy."

"Making stuff seem haunted?"

"Invisible wedgies."

Elle was still mad at me. She sat in the corner pouting. It made her look pathetic. Oh, who was I kidding. She looked cute pouting. I was trying to win our argument. We had lots over the time we'd known each other. Known each other not very well, of course. But we still argued over small things, like when I got 100% on my midterms, she had accused me of cheating. The only way to win an argument with Elle, was to stay madder than her. It was a sort of loop around technique that was stunningly effective. It took a long time to outlast her, but the prize at the end was quite beckoning. It was rare anyone had any advantage over Elle and her near-perfect record. I realized I was still staring at Elle, quickly averted my gaze. But not before she caught it. 

"Ben?"

"Oh, yeah Willa?"

"You kinda zoned out there for a moment."

"Sorry."

We couldn't talk for much longer, the doctor returned. It was time for phase two of the plan. Willa had helped me with that part. She had excused herself to the washroom, and had brought warm water for me. I had put it on my face to look like I was sweaty. I wasn't sick, and any good doctor would be able to tell that with a closer look. So I wasn't going to let him get any closer. The doctor was washing his hands in a nearby sink, and I prepared myself. 

"Hello, I am doctor Tray. What seems to be the problem?"

And at that moment I lashed out, my "sweaty" forehead glistening under the florescent lights. I knew exactly what he would say.

"Good God! He's having a seizure! Get out of his way!" 

Willa jumped back, but with a slight grin on her face. Our plan was working I let my arms flail every which way, and made my legs lethal weapons. Doctor Tray rushed out of the room, with Elle and Willa hiding in the bathroom. Once he was gone, we just had to wait for Arson. He made quite the entrance, dropping from the air vents in the ceiling.

"Let's get this party started."