Thor's Academy

The Interview

R-r-r-ring! R-r-r-ring!

"Whaa…?" I groggily woke up to the sound of the shrill ring of a telephone. Why the hell is there a telephone? We haven't had a cell phone service in months.

I slowly got up and immediately dropped back down as I hit my head on something brick-like.

“What the...” I looked to see a phone book dangling in front of my face. “Why...?”

Oh der. I'd fallen asleep in a phone booth.

"Hello?" I answered crankily. I wasn't a morning person. Not by far. To call me a grizzly on PMS would be an understatement.

"Are you coming?" asked a familiar, velvety voice. Who? It sounded so familiar...my brows furrowed of its own accord. Apparently, they knew who it was. And they didn't like him.

“Erm, who is this? It's a public phone booth, so I'm not sure you have the right person...” I blushed. How awkward was this?

I heard an exasperated sigh. “You're too cute, Skyler. Do the words 'mysterious', 'sexy', and 'stranger' ring a bell?”

I gasped. “YOU!”

“What gave it away, mysterious or sexy?”

I ignored him. “Do you know what time it is?!”

"If you deafen me, you'll pay the hospital bills. And anyways, it's 8:45 AM."

"So? You called me and woke me up to tell me the freaking time? Anything else you need to tell me? How about the weather, perhaps?” I was becoming increasingly annoyed.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the flyer will give a helpful hint?”

“Wha--” He hung up.

The flyer? I grabbed it off the ground and looked at the red ink. 'Please come by 9AM!'

8:45? I was screwed. Me and my punctuality.

I hurriedly grabbed my bags and ran in the direction to civilization.

I looked at the sky. Dark clouds were forming. Rain? At this time of year? Crap.

Using my fingers as a brush, I was panting by the time I reached the streets.

"Excuse me?" I asked a passerby. “Are there any cabs around here?"

She laughed. “Cabs? Here? Hon', where do you think you are, New York?”

I couldn't help it. I whimpered. I was gonna be late, and possibly not even make it, to the only opportunity for life in the next few months. All because I couldn't wake up. And goodness, would it kill the woman to be a little nicer to a small teen?

I caught my appearance on one of the store windows. Ouch. Disgruntled hobo couldn't even cover half of it. I suddenly empathized with the woman's harsh attitude.

"I have to go to a school at nine...” I trailed off.

She sighed. “Where is this?”

“Um...” I consulted the flyer. “Lightning Bolt Street. Thor's Academy?”

“Lightning Bolt Street? It's just down the road! Keep going straight and take a right at Ophelia Blvd. If you keep running, you'll get there in ten minutes. But isn't Thor's a school for guy--”

“Thank you ma'am!” I jogged away, cutting off the impending question.

"Great. Just great. I have to run all the way there lugging around a giant suitcase. While looking like a deranged maniac. Can this day get any worse?