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CHAPTER 4: THE AWAKENING
It was well after 5am by the time Carol arrived home from Fletcher's Field, the roads slowly becoming busier as time moved on, and people began getting ready for a new day of work. Carol new that if she were to get any sleep, she would have to be quick, Michael would be up soon and he always made a ruckus as he fumbled around the apartment in his masculine manner. Dumping her bags in the foyer Carol took off her coat and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the shelf, she poured herself a nip of scotch and walked the flight of stairs to her room. Opening the door Carol slipped off her shoes, placed her glass on the bedside table and collapsed onto her queen size bed. An hour of sleep that's all she needed, she'd be better after an hour. Soon Carol's breathing became steady and she drifted off into a deep sleep.
The hallway at St Agatha's Catholic school for Girls was long and dark, carved wooden wall features and tall archways making it appear almost palace like. At 16 Carol new better than to be late for class. She had learnt that lesson the hard way when she arrived at Father Callaway's latin class 5 minutes after the bell. Running down the hallway Carol was determined to make it to Father Callaway's class on time. He was a strict man, raised by the church after his parents were killed in a car crash; his methods often caused an outcry with the parents of St Agatha's current students. The old grandfather clock at the end of the hall began to strike 11am, it's gong's reflecting the heavy beats of Carol's heart. She was late again, and he knew this time the punishment would be far worse.
"Miss Jordan, you are late to my class!" Father Callaway's voice boomed at her down the hallway as she continued to run towards the doorway now blocked by his enormous figure.
"I'm sorry sir, I was at the office handing in forms from my parents, I ran from there to here, I tried to make it on time sir, please... I'm sorry I am late, I did not intend to be, please I'll stay late after school to make up the time that I missed, please sir I'll do anything I learnt my lesson last time" Carol stood there, head dropped, her blonde braid hanging over her shoulder. Tears had begun to well in his eyes, she knew that there was very little chance that Callaway would give her any other form of punishment other than what he was best known for; but she had to try.
Following Father Callaway into the classroom Carol dropped her gaze to the floor, unable to look at her fellow classmates knowing what was about to happen.
"Alright ladies, given that your fellow classmate is unable to arrive on time you are all required to receive the punishment fit tardiness. Stand on your chairs, open your books at the first page and you are to read out aloud until the third bell rings"
There was a scraping of chairs as each girl moved back from her desk, grabbed their books and climbed onto their chairs. Their voices carried out down the halls of St Agatha's School for the next hour and a half. Soon after the third bell rang and the girls were permitted off of the chairs to continue to their next class.
"Miss Jordan you are to remain behind for you further punishment"
Callway pulled a sharpened blade from his desk draw.
"Turn around Carol, it's time to finish your punishment"
The second the blade touched the skin of her lower back Carol began to scream. It was this that woke her from her dream, and brought her back to reality.
Jerking upright in her bed Carol began to shake, she had not had that dream for many years. Laying back down onto her side Carol glanced at the clock, she had been a sleep for 45minutes, but it felt like only 5. Knowing that she would soon have to get up and get ready for work, Carol did not allow herself to close her eyes. She lay in bed for a further five minutes before she got up and went to the bathroom to shower. It was going to be a long time before she had another shower so Carol decided that she would take her time washing her hair, and relaxing under the hot running water. Just as the water began to run cold, Carol turned off the taps and dried her self down. Walking back into her bedroom wrapped in the towel Carol threw open her closet. She grabbed the first things she saw, put them on and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Michael had obviously been up and gone as there was fresh coffee in the jug calling her name. Carol poured the coffee into her travel mug, grabbed an apple and all of her belongings she would need for the day, and then headed out the door. It was tie to face the music, and see what horror had been scored for her today.