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{2} Sophie

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I was in my seat by the time the bell for Science rang, and was so preoccupied by what had happened that I didn’t realize that everyone had already taken their notebooks and were looking from the problem about speed and velocity on the screen to their notebook with a confused expression.

“Sophie, why isn’t your notebook out?” Ms. Nolan asked as she walked past my lab station.

“Yea, I’m getting it out, I didn’t realize that we were doing this now!” I laughed nervously, and brought out my Science binder.

Not even really paying attention to the problem, I jotted down a random answer that seemed to match some of the words onscreen.

I took out the sheet of paper that Pom had given me and spread it out on lap. I had decided out in the hallway that Pom was definitely not a janitor, but he couldn’t be a kidnapper, like I feared. What kidnapper would want us, first of all? We were your average (mostly) run-of-the-mill students who had never appeared on TV, or anywhere that could put both our first and last names for the world to see. We weren’t even upper crust or wealthy – no kidnapper would get much ransom for us.

And last of all, what kidnapper walked away from the victim? How did he know that I wouldn’t just run away and not follow his request?

But who was he then?

The door suddenly opened loudly, and a janitorial lady was standing at the doorway, her hands on her hip and a tight smile on her face.

“Hi,” she said with a nod toward Ms. Nolan. “I need Sophie, Morgan, Anna…” she flawlessly read each name from the list. “I’ll return them to you in a few minutes.” The class oohed and remarked on how we were probably in trouble.

I caught of a glimpse of the label on her arm, and read, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, the words Olympus Jan before she turned away.

What could it be? Why would they be calling us out in the middle of class?

I walked toward her and felt Morgan walking next to me.

“Do you know why we’re going outside?”

“No, not really,” I said, feeling shaky. I didn’t know why I felt so much fear, but it welled up inside of me just pounded around in my mind, telling me to step away from the lady in the janitor’s uniform. My palms began to sweat - not in buckets, but rather in sticky little raindrops that made my harms uncomfortably moist and sticky. I rubbed them on the rough fabric of my jeans, hoping it would relieve some of the clamminess, but my hand just came back up, feeling like it had been dunked in a jar of warm honey.

It’s bad news, really, she is. Please step away, Sophie. Please, I beg of you. It was a voice that wasn’t my own. It wasn’t even a memory of a voice – it was something totally new, a soft but sweet sound, like a river of honey or a perfume of flower nectar.