Thirteen Missings Of Nimisma High

The thirteen Missings of Nomisma High

By Maddy Boucher

~UNDER THE RUG~

"Two weeks passed and it happened again."

Prologue

"I don't see why we couldn't just stay in Toronto!" Faith yelled at her mom, while wiping away tears streaking down her pale face.

"I guess you do deserve an explanation.." Ms. Brooke consoled.

~FLASHBACK~

In a small rat filled trench, Janice Brooke ignores the booming sound of gun shots.

"Commander, we are missing every bloody bomb we drop! It's a waste."

Commander Jenkins furrowed his brow ,"I suppose you're right. Alright, right now all troops go through no mans! We are invading." He shouted.

Brooke hunched over and quietly walked through the bare, bone chillingly silent, blood body filled field. Suddenly she tripped over something. Brooke rolled over, and pointed the heavy shotgun at the elderly lady.

She's just an old lady who couldn't hurt me. Why should I hurt her? Besides commander's way up there, he won't know. Why is she in no mans to begin with in the middle of a war? Janice's hand started to twitch as it always did when she was confused, but Janice wouldn't let this poor old women die whether she was a figment of her imagination or not. If she was real and some how she got here, commander would get all worked up if she didn't kill her but she couldn't let her die in bombs that were about to happen.

Brooke screamed over the ear splitting bombing behind her. "Go!". She stared through the fog at the old women, whose gray hair lied in a flog on the top of her head. The red floral dress she had on was covered in dirt and had a huge hole on the side. She smiled a big toothless grin at Brooke.

Suddenly the old woman handed Brooke a paper with some phone number scrawled across it. "Once you go home call this number." The elder said in a raspy and creepy voice. Brooke hid it in the pocket on shoulder, smiled and kept on walking.

About five steps up Brooke turned back to say thank you and the women was gone.

Why would an old lady be in no mans? Where'd she go?

Commander noticed Brooke standing still lost in thought and shouted "Janice! Stop thinking! This is a battlefield not a novel class."

That's when it went off. The bomb. The exact bomb that sent Janice Brooke home with a broken leg that still made her limp. The Bomb that nobody could describe.

~Present tense~

"So an old lady gave her number to you?" Faith questioned.

"No, well yes. When I got home I forgot all about the number until it fell out of my uniform one day. Curiosity took over and I called it. I figured it was worth a shot."

Faith was getting impatient with her mother's long explanation," How does this have anything to do with me leaving Toronto to go to Nomisma High?"

"I'm getting there! Okay where was I? Oh yeah, a man answered the phone saying it was a private school and they gave those numbers to people who need scholarships. I asked about the old lady, and he had no clue. What he did guarantee is that you could have a good education." Janice explained.

"I could have an education here too! Why do I have to move to Northbrook?"

Janice frowned and said "Yes you could have an education here but, it would stop at grade twelve."