In Spirit Not Body

He Counts Them At Night

January 13

My brother was late. But it was fine, I wasn't too mad. I had been staying late after school finishing an assignment that no one in my lazy group wanted to contribute to. That was fine too. There was no doubt in my mind that if I had let John or Micheal write their names on the paper, the pen they'd use would break through the cheap 50 cent poster; the desk would catch on fire; and the school would spontaneously combust.

Okay...maybe not so.

The classroom had been empty, save a few older students rushing to complete late assignments. I laughed at a senior who rammed his head into his AP Calculus textbook. Loser, I didn't have anything too difficult to do. He didn't spare me a second glance as he grabbed his bag, jousted it over his shoulder and threw his textbook on the ground.

Okay. Bye!

He failed anyways.

I stayed 2 hours later than I was supposed to. The sun had set a few minutes before I finally decided to call my brother. The office was locked, so I tried finding a teacher who would let me use their phone.

It took me forever, as I walked the empty corridor to reach my science teachers room. He, of course, let me use his phone seeing as though he wanted to go home already and eat or whatever teachers do at home.

My mom ended up skipping out of her meeting after I called her. My brother didn't come home that day.

I kinda wished I had let John and Michael write their names.

I kinda wished I hadn't been alone when a man walked into the school.

I wish I had gone home earlier.

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And for today's news, we have a story on a small city, Hondena. It's been reported that there's been a corrupted set up on a crime scene. Police say there could have been a lead on 15 year old victim, yet all evidence was contaminated as police men, Donald Trentmen and Tre'von Sawyer were assaulted at the time.  A worried family has yet to receive the news that there still hasn't been  any answer found to the disappearance of their daught-

Jerry, as I finally decided to name him, placed the remote down as he shut off the television. People surrounding him said nothing, a few sighs were passed around, but no objection to the entertainment being shut off. None at all.

Hey, at least he didn't put on football.

It was a despairing feeling that was left settling over the crowded coffee shop. Not much was heard except the whirling clunky sounds of a business man getting his non-fat cappuccino.  A ding of a cash register brought the conversation.

"That poor family, It makes me want to call my grandson and see how he's doing." An elderly group of women sat at a circular florescent table. The chunky one with the floral hat began bragging about her grandson, his lovely girlfriends, and his new scholarship. He probably wasn't that good looking if his grandma was complimenting him. It's like a family rule: If your child sucks, you lie. Huh, I don't even remember seeing a boy in my school, unless they were in disguise. Maybe they're hiding from me..

"Virgina, as much as we love hearing about the success of your sweet, sweet son. We really need to figure out whats going on here!" The stricter one with a sharp angular face spoke, putting as much input into her voice.

"Why! That girls got three city police facilities looking for her! I'd say its solving itself!" She blubbered, flushing a red for just a minute.

"Well," A timid woman replied, she was the only women who still had her natural hair color. Well, you go woman. Out date that hair, stick it to the man! "You both aren-"