Michael sat on the floor with his back against the wall in the school hallway. He was on his phone listening to music as he waited for the first bell to ring.
Jamie and Isabella were off at a morning club or at home, sick, respectively, so Michael was on his own today. He left Natasha home in his better judgment until things cooled off.
Naturally, he noticed a number of people trying and failing to hide the fact that they were talking about him. He did his best to ignore it, but it made it difficult to focus on class when he could feel the glances constantly being cast in his direction.
Similarly, he was left alone during lunch, which was okay with him, though it did leave him a bit on edge. He did hope that Zack was alright after the frankly traumatic experience he was put through. Of course, he deserved it. Zack had threatened and even stabbed him.
He placed a hand over the stitches in his side. He was certainly grateful, yet Natasha's actions worried him greatly and filled him with even more suspicion than before. He would have to have another discussion with her when he got home.
But before that, he still had one more period that day. Michael walked into Mr. Sunnate's class and sat down. Mr. Sunnate himself was nowhere to be seen. The rest of the class filtered in gradually. Then, right as the bell rang Mr. Sunnate appeared at the door. He was wearing a white, button-up shirt with a pair of relaxed blue jeans.
As he took his place at the podium at the front of the class everyone went quiet. Evidently, they were still trying to get the measure of him, just as he seemed to be doing for them. This, however, was standard practice for new teachers.
After a moment he smiled and said, "Right. Good afternoon, class. Today will be pretty relaxed. While I'm still trying to get everything sorted I'll put on a video about the Napoleonic Wars. I believe that's what topic you were going into, right?"
The class murmured the affirmative.
Mr. Sunnate nodded and said nothing else as he put the video on.
As the video played. Mr. Sunnate looked across the room. There was nothing here which he could discern. The trail had gone cold, so to speak. He scowled behind his computer screen as he continued to shuffle papers around.
Michael glanced toward Mr. Sunnate. Was he after him? Did he have some ulterior motive? He shook his head and ignored his suspicions, writing them off as being paranoia.
He sighed in relief. If he was right, perhaps now he didn't have to worry about Natasha being discovered. Because frankly, he didn't know what discovery might lead to. All the horrible possibilities drifted through his mind, whether it be a secret government agency or some cult, Natasha’s mask seemed like something they would be interested in. He sh00k his head. Just the other day it would have seemed ridiculous to him, but now he didn’t really know what to think.
Later, after class, Michael made the decision to walk home. It was a nice day out and he enjoyed looking at the autumn leaves. As he was walking he passed by the local church, where the pastor stood out in front with a box for donations. The man smiled at Michael as he approached, his bright smile standing out in stark contrast to his dark skin.
"Good afternoon. How are you on this beautiful day?"
"Fine," replied Michael, "Yourself?"
"Wonderful, thank you. Would you care to donate to our church? We're helping to collect money for the local children’s hospital."
Michael paused, then took out his wallet and put five dollars in the collection box.
"I hope it helps. Have a happy Halloween."
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My Dear Doctor
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