ExperiMENTAL

Chapter 22~ Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

  I was kinda peeved that I missed my flight because one: I didn't want to stay a burden and two: That ticket cost me money! I saw no point in pouting, so I decided to tell my friends about my memory I suddenly remembered.

  "Damn. Okay so..." I told them all about the memory I had on the playground with them up until when my dad knocked me out.

  "Wow, your dad's a sounds like a dick." Amia commented.

  "He is." I replied.

  "So, what do we do with this information?" Cynthia asked.

  "I don't know."

  "Well you already missed your flight, so let's get you back to your dorm so you can rest." Brianna said. They really didn't want me to go.

  I had kind of an internal conflict because inside, I knew I was just trouble waiting to happen, but they kept reassuring me it was okay. Did they mean that or were they just saying that to not make me feel bad? I guess as long as they wanted me around, it couldn't be too bad. Besides, I've nowhere else to go.

  "Okay." I replied.

  We went back to the Uni and back to the dorm. As we all sat on my bed, no one spoke, so you can imagine the awkward silence!

  Then we heard someone knock at the door.

  "Quick, Marki, hide in the corner!" Cynthia commanded. I obeyed and ran to the corner where no one could see me from the door.

  "Yes, sir?" Brianna chirped as she answered the door. So I knew it was a guy.

  "The Dean requests your presence. All of you." He said.

  "Oh, okay. No problem." Amia said and tried to lead the other girls out the door. I could tell by their shuffling feet.

  "I said all of you. Even the Delior girl. The Dean knows you're harboring her here." Once I heard this, my heart almost stopped. They found me. For sure I was dead.

  Since there was no use in hiding anymore, I stepped out into the open.

  "Ahh, thank you for cooperating Miss. Delior." He held out his hand and gestured for me to walk out the door. I gave him a confused look, but joined my friends in the hall.

  He lead us to the dean's office in silence. I mean, we couldn't talk as everything we said could and would be used against us.

  "One moment please." He said as he slipped into the office and left us gatherred in the hall.

  "Anyone else terrified?" I asked. They all raised their hands.

  "We can only hope for the best, but I don't even know what the best outcome could be." Amia said.

  "Death?" Cynthia guessed.

  "At this point maybe." Brianna said.

  "The Dean would like to see you all one at a time. Cynthia, you first." He gestured to her. She took a deep breath and followed him back into the office.

  The rest of us stood in silence. After a few minutes, she came back out. She looked okay. Maybe nothing to bad happened.

  Then I thought. If they knew about my friends, what if they knew about Gil, Arthur, and Matthew? I was just putting people's lives in danger left and right!

  "Miss. Brianna, if you will." She followed him into the room.

  "What happened?" I quickly whispered to Cynthia.

  "He just asked me some questions about my background, not much else. It was weird, but he didn't indicate that I was in any sort of trouble." She replied.

  "Weird..." I mumbled. Then, Brianna came out.

  "Amia, please. Thank you all for being so patient." He informed us. Amia followed him.

  "Just questions about my past." Brianna told us. Why does the Dean need to know about our pasts? I mean, I don't think that would make a difference in our punishments. Stop teasing us already. Then Amia walked out.

  "Last, but not least, Miss. Delior. If you would come on in." He ushered me into the room. Not wanting to face the dean yet, I looked around the room for anything else to focus on. I noticed a nice plant sitting on the window. Lillies. They represented death and were most often used at funerals, so naturally, they were comforting to me.

  "Hello Maebell. How are you today?" Said that same voice that instilled terror in me years ago and still to this day. Chills went down my spine. Of course I knew that voice. How could I forget that harsh, gravely voice that reaked of alcohol every time it spoke. Giving commands and harsh punishments. My only question: Why was it here?

  "Just fine, Dad." I replied.

  A/n: woah, didn't see that one coming! Stay tuned to find out what Marki's dad is up to on: ExperiMENTAL.

  ~~~Sugar~~~