Shorties and Midis

Misty's Case

"This is stupid!"

The little girl exclaimed while kicking a rock in the playground.

"School is stupid..." She sighed heading towards the sandbox at their school's playground and opting to sit down on it.

Now, Misty wasn't usually the type of kid to get thrown out of class but here she was, outside. She didn't really think that what she did to her classmate warranted this kind of treatment. After all, Billy Sykes was a jerk who kept stealing her things and hiding them in troublesome places.

'What I did was just right,' she thought, thinking back to the time when she shoved her metal pencil holder at the young boy's mouth. Admittedly, it was a bit extreme, but she allowed herself justice from his teasing and due to the fact that he was the one who pulled on Tibby's hair.

She frowned while she kept playing with the sand around her, drawing tiny shapes with her fingers before she flinched as pain flashed through her finger.

"Ow!"

'What was that?'

She looked at her little index finger with tears in her eyes. There were tiny droplets of blood seeping from a cut. Sniffling and shocked at what happened, she wiped her finger on her green pants before wiping her tears with the sleeves on her arm.

"It's just a cut," she whispered to herself, "Just get a band aid and then you won't die."

Getting up from the little sandbox, she walked back towards the building of her school. Struggling a bit to open the doors, she managed to get back in and stared at the barren hallways littered with cute animal cut outs and colorful posters and letters. Holding her injured finger tightly, she started towards the middle of the hallway where the usual fun lines that would direct her to the different places in the school would be.

'Which one was it?'

Looking up at the announcement board she looked for the line color that points to a band aid.

"There it is!" She giggled.

It was the yellow line. She looked at the lines on the floor and followed the yellow one, eventually coming face to face with a door that had a cut out of a band aid on it. Staring intently at her index finger, she slowly let it go, dreading the thought of another drop of blood escaping her body. After checking that she wouldn't bleed to death, she sighed in relief and reached for the doorknob before stopping just short of it.

'Remember Misty, you can't just barge into rooms, what do I always tell you when we're here?' She remembered her mother's words.

"I have to knock." She nodded to no one in particular.

Moving her hand away from the doorknob, she quickly knocked on the door, while still keeping an eye on her finger.

"Excuse me, may I come in?" She yelled, opening the door and peeking in.

"Hello?" She called out.

It seems there was nobody here. She went inside and quickly shut the door. The clinic was different from the rest of the school. Only for the fact that it was the plainest room in it, lacking the usual cutesy cut outs meant for the kids. Relishing at the familiarity, Misty looked for a first aid box or cabinet before seeing one of the latter just behind the desks on her left side. She happily grabbed the chair near the desk and climbed up to reach the cabinet doors. Nice and easy. Opening it, she looked inside to see a box with the familiar red plus sign.

"Bingo!" She quietly squealed.

Grabbing the box, she jumped down from the chair before laying it down on the desk. She opened the wooden box to see the familiar colorful band aids. Taking one out and setting the box aside, she went towards the sink at the corner to wash her finger before sticking the band aid on.

"Mission accomplished! You may take her to the I shee you!" She giggled.

As she looked happily at her bandaged finger, giggling happily at her quick work of the wound, she heard a groan from the beds at the right side of the room. Quickly taking note that she wasn't alone, her eyes widened as she quickly clasped a hand on her mouth, trying to snuff out any noise. Quietly looking at the beds, waiting for any sign of life, she heard a quiet sigh echo through the room.

Uh-oh.

Trying to stay as silent as possible, she approached the beds, slightly reveling at the feeling of being in a possible mystery.

'Like in the cartoons,' she thought, 'what could have made that noise? It's up to the detective to find out. Leave it up to me.'

She giggled before gasping. She should be quiet. With her tiny heart thumping, she tiptoed faster towards the other side of the room. She breathed lightly, what was hiding behind the curtains of the bed. Reaching the curtains near the bed (which were meant to give privacy to whoever used it), she slowly grabbed the side of it. As her mental countdown reached to one, she rapidly moved it back, revealing the bed where the noise originated from.