Room on the Top Floor (Discontinued)

Room on the Top Floor

Class is just as boring as ever. Having to sit here all day seems like a complete waste of the talent and intelligence of my psychology classmates. All we were doing is being blindfolded and asked what color the card was. Testing your instincts is as easy as this. If you get most of them right, it's best to go with your first thought or instinct. But if you get most of them wrong, you're screwed. I have no idea what any of this has to do with psychology anyway.

"Bambi, this is important and should give you a fair idea of how you should complete your test!" My teacher yelled at me from across the classroom.

Yes, my name is Bambi. I'm named after the little deer whose mother got shot and became Prince of the forest. I'm a girl though so technically I would be the Princess of the forest. I don't exactly resemble a deer though. I had dyed my hair brown at one point though. I thought it looked great, but that didn't last long. So I had decided to dye it black again anyway. I thought it looked better with eyes a deep shade of violet and fairly pale skin. Doesn't everybody have pale skin these days though? Well, some other people look like they rolled around in Doritos but-

"Would you be so kind as to just pay attention?" Ms. Revuto asked me once again. She is more commonly known as Ms. R due to some students' inability to pronounce her last name.

"Yes ma'am." Class was almost over anyway.

"Ms. R, the bell is about to ring." Stated a boy from my class named Alex.

She sighed, "Well, get your stuff together then."

Finally, I could go home. My parents are the ones who sent me to this class. It's not as if I joined a school of psychology willingly. We did all our normal classes here in the actual classroom and others outside in the grass. I'm here because my parents are the first and second best psycho-analysts in the country, they work for all the criminal investigation groups.

"Tomorrow we will be starting our study on poltergeists, or as you young ones call them, ghosts." She smiled and went to go clean off her own desk.

"Ghosts are just a load of crap made up by people who want their 10 seconds of fame on TV." Alex laughed, along with his little group of 'friends'.

"Do not ever speak of the dead in such a way." Ms. R stood directly behind him with her arms crossed. If looks could kill, she'd be a weapon of mass destruction.

"Change of plans class. Tomorrow we will be helping out our community. I will pair each of you with a partner, and you will exorcise this town's most haunted areas." She walked over to the supply closet and pulled out a pile of field trip permission slips.

The entire class gasped. I was a bit surprised myself. She passed out all the permission slips strode over to the white board.

"What does this have to do with psychology?" Some kid asked.

"It's probably just something to scare us." Another whispered to a friend

She ignored us and continued. "You will need to have a bag packed with these things," she began writing on the whiteboard, "A flashlight, pocket knife or a pair of sharp scissors, salt, empty notebook, pen, camera or tape recorder, duct tape, a miniature black-light, first aid kit, and something made purely of silver."

"I thought the silver thing was only for werewolves." Piped up a girl from the back.

"You can never know." The teacher shrugged.

"Our parents won't let us do this. So we have nothing to worry about." Alex snickered.

"If your parents didn't want you kids to be doing things like this, they wouldn't have sent you to this school." Ms. R smirked.

The bell rang and most of the class had already sprinted out the door, except Alex and the teacher.

"Are we all going to the same place?" I asked.

"No, I will be sending each pair of students to a different location. This will count as a test grade, so I suggest you do your best to get rid of the problem." Ms. R replied.

"Who's my partner?" Alex shoved me to the side.

"First of all, that was rude Alex," the teacher bent down and helped me up from the floor, "Second of all, Bambi would be delighted to be your partner." Ms. R smiled at me and picked up her messenger bag. "I'll see you both tomorrow." And with that, she left.

"I'm not really excited about my partner being dumber than a box of rocks, but I'll try my best to make sure to comfort you. You know, so you aren't TOO scared tomorrow." I smiled sweetly at the idiot before me.

"If anything, you're the one who'll be scared. You are a girl after all."

"Well you're a stereotypical moron who doesn't know what a belt is, obviously." He frowned and pulled his sagging pants up.

"I do so know what a belt is." He turned and walked away down the hall.

I grabbed all my books and skipped to my locker. As I opened it a piece of paper fell out. I unfolded it and found only five numbers written on the page in ink.

"31670?" Well at least I know it's not a locker combination.

Crumpling the paper, I shoved it into my backpack. I closed the locker and walked back home.