The Other Half

Chapter 14

Thinking how impossible things be possible is very consuming. My mind has been off to somewhere for a couple of hours now. I can't understand the lessons, the words on the board, the laughter of the class, basically everything. My mind is refusing to accept the new information because the current one is so much to handle. Too much to the point I think I have a mental disorder to fear about. I was just staring at no specific subject or object at all.

"Miss Clark," there's a small echoe in my head. A voice of a woman. Who is she? Why the hell can I hear her? "Miss Clark? Aubrey are you with us?" Mrs. Durman clapped her hands and then I realized she was the one whose calling my name. Holy fuck. Get your act together, Aubrey! I mentally hissed to myself.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. What was that again?"

"Are you with us? Or you're with someone else in here?" Mrs. Durman then poked her temple causing the whole class produce a small voices and short chuckles.

"I'm sorry... I wasn't listening,"

"Glad you admit that." she smiled. I on the other hand, vowed my head, embarassed and ashamed. "So, as I was saying, we are now about to discuss different theories in Geometry. We have to work fast so we can tackle the whole book as prescribed by the head office. Next week will be holiday because we have to commemorate the death of our love ones," the whole class then began to cheer knowing that holiday means no classes. "Okay enough and listen. Get your books, page 80, exercise number four. You have to identify the angles wether Thale's Theorem or Pythagorean Theorem. Stop complaining and do you seatwork SILENTLY. You have 30 minutes left, begin."

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Fortunately and unfortunately, Mrs. Saycon, our professor in French for the last period would not make it to the class because she slipped just this morning on her house and she had some broken bones, she's in a hospital. I went to the computer room, on the 10th floor. There's a few kids on the cubicle minding their own business. I settled in a vacant cubicle, almost at the last row so nobody will see what I'm searching about. I typed "werewolves" in the search bar, after a moment, the website loaded and it shows me countless of details and information about the creature.

From a famous and reliable sources, I copy-pasted some information. After feeling satisfied on the datas I gathered, I saved the document and asked the main server to print it out. The printing is almost done when the computer technician spoke up.

"Werewolves? That's lot of information, I conclude." he commented, he's a man maybe on his thirties.

"Ugh... it's my assignment. A research project." I replied. "How much?"

"Well, 32 pages. That's eighty six. Ink's price hike the past few days."

"Yeah," was my only reply as I handed over my dollar bill. He gave me back my change and muttered a low thank you. After exiting the computer room, I went to library, that's the only place in the school where I can read comfortably. After seating on my spot, I opened the documents.

"What exactly type of Immortal Werewolves was?"

That was the title of the document I saw first. I was reading, totally hooked with the information I'm getting until I lose track of time.

"Kid, the library's closing." the old woman wearing a nerdy glass remarked. She's standing in front of me. I looked around, the ambiance of the night is everywhere.

"Shit," I swear couple of curses as soon as I looked at my cell and see it's already 7:30 in the evening. "Why didn't I heard the last bell?" I asked trying to figure out why the hell didn't I noticed the time.

"Why'd  you think?"

"School bus is still available this time, right?"

"No. School bus stops at six thirty."