Fragmented Grace

Fragmented Grace~ Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Arielle Wright

 

Another note was left in my room, this one on my pillow again.  I crumpled it up after reading, and tossed it towards the trash. It missed by a few inches, but I left it alone. The words printed on it still flashed in my mind.

 

You won’t find redemption back home.

 

It didn’t mean anything as far as I knew, but it seemed like whoever was delivering them to me knew more about me than the should have, and that worried me. I supposed it was possible for someone to had caught something about me, but the only person I knew about telling was Mr. Crimson. He wasn’t the type to send creepy letters like that, though. At least that’s what I thought.

 

I fetched the paper from the floor and dropped it into the trash can on my way out of the room. Then, I turned to knock on his.

 

When no answer came, I sighed, and decided to go elsewhere. While I was walking away, my foot slipped, and I fell forwards. I barely had enough time swing my hands out in front of me as a brace.

 

“We got to stop meeting like this,” someone said, laughter in his voice as he helped me to me feet. Morgan smiled at me, and gave a pat on my back before releasing me. “I knew you were going to fall, but I guess I didn’t get here in time to stop it.”

 

I smiled. “Thank you, but you can change the future that easily?”

 

“If I see it, I can. There are events that are more difficult to avert, though.” He shrugged, as if the things he spoke of were things that happened every day, or at least every other. “Your trip Vancouver, for example? I couldn’t do anything short of force to stop it. Coming although . . .” His sentence trailed off as he scooted closer to me.

 

“Easier said than done,” I replied, stepping farther away from him with a continuous smile. “Getting Mr. Crimson to talk to the principal about letting me go has been long enough of a wait without having to the principal about letting me go has been long enough of a wait without having to wait for an okay for you too.” I paused. “Wait, I actually get to go?” It’d already been a month. The idea of being able to go soon thrilled me.

 

Suddenly, Morgan’s face darkened a considerable amount, much more than was normal for him, and it worried me. “Yes, but . . .” His sentence trailed off. “Just be careful, alright?”

 

“What do you mean?” He began to step away from me, but I wasn’t ready to let him go like that so easily. Did he know something that I didn’t? “Morgan?” His feet carried him away, and when I started to chase after him it, it was too late to catch up to him.

 

I called after him one more time just in case. “Morgan!”

 

Then Ethanael walked by and stopped when he spotted me. An eyebrow of his flew up, and he turned towards me like he was ready to initiate a conversation. I was half surprised; I wasn’t expecting Ethanael to ever talk to me one-on-one. We weren’t exactly close, and we’d never done it before. However, it was the words bothered me rather than the unusual action.