The Pianist

Chapter Thirteen: I Gotta Feeling

I charged through the gates of PJ's high school but suddenly realised I had no idea where I was going. I'd spoken to Peej once this year, and that was just before I killed Chris- I didn't know his schedule. A wonderful scheme popped into my head, so I pulled out one of my textbooks from my backpack and went to the front office.

"Hi, I'm a friend of PJ Liguori's, he forgot this textbook that he really needs today, do you mind telling me what class he's in right now?" I said to the lady at the reception desk. She gave me the room number and I desperately tried to find my way around the school.

I saw a building with a sign reading "C" on the front of it, so I walked inside and searched the corridors for C5. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door and walking inside.

Everyone turned to look at me. I saw PJ, and the confusion on his face. I was snapped out of my frozen stance when the teacher asked me what I was here for.

"I-I need to borrow PJ for a minute," I stammered. Luckily for my sake, the teacher didn't ask why. PJ got up and came outside with me.

"Dan, what are you doing here?" He asked incredulously. 

"I need to know where you bought the dice." I said. No bullshit, straight to the point. If it wasn't too far away, I'd be able to make it by train or maybe even by bus today. I couldn't remember where PJ's grandparents lived, but I know he said the shop was closeby.

"The dice?" PJ asked, quizzically. His face dropped, I assume as the realisation hit him. "You got the curse, didn't you? The Snake Eyes curse? It's real?"

I nodded. "I think so." 

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I still hadn't seen Dan, but we had music class together at the end of the day. I prayed that he'd gotten my note. There was a super moon soon, and I needed blood for the ritual. I feared my own wouldn't be strong enough. The doctors think I'm anaemic.