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The news hadn't been good, even a good batch of ice cream didn't help that they were going to have to hold a funeral for Ambriel. He hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to Harold before the security for school came back online and started shuffling the resident students off to bed. Tyler lay in bed staring up to the bottom of the bunk above him in his dorm room, a sick pit in his stomach. What if he'd gotten here sooner with Harold? Would they've been able to help her?
It took him only a few minutes to fall asleep, even after all of the worries zipping around like pinballs inside of his head...
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He hadn't had that dream again during the night, but he still felt completely exhausted. Tyler barely made out the words about the memorial service that was going to be held today during the gym class for her... He got all of his things together, including the social studies homework he'd had to do for a second time and got ready for the transport service to take him a quarter of a mile from school to be dropped off by the 'bus'. The walk there in the morning wasn't so bad, just a short distance compared to the ground he'd been able to cover yesterday. He'd have to thank Corporal Shephard for the training sometime, when he wasn't so dog tired.
Coming up around the corner he nearly ran into the crazy kid from the fundamentalist family, screaming bloody murder and running right for the buses.
"IT'S THE RAPTURE! AN' I GOT LEFT BEHIND!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!"
When Tyler looked around that corner there was no one there...no signs of trouble... "What in the world?..."
The next thing he knew he was falling from way too high above the park's pond.
*GAG* *SPUTTER* "Ack!" Oh gross, he'd gotten duckweed up his nose swimming to the shore. Another kid, just as soaked looked down at him, trying to wring out his clothes.
"Hey."
"Uh...hey."
"You're the sixth one."
"The sixth one what?"
The other kid, still wringing out his jersey pointed to a group of four other kids, and from the looks of things, Jenny Adams aka the American Eagle, was among that group. Oh this was not good, not good on so many levels as the possibilities started making a very unhappy picture.
"We thought we'd wait to see if anyone else showed up and then walk back to school." The kid went on, wringing out a jersey sleeve. Squiish. "Y'know, so there's more of us telling the same weird story. I don't know if they'll believe us anyhow."
KER-SPLASH!! KA-SPLOOSH!!
"Whoa, double header."
"I hope this isn't what I think it is..."
It took him only a few minutes to fall asleep, even after all of the worries zipping around like pinballs inside of his head...
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He hadn't had that dream again during the night, but he still felt completely exhausted. Tyler barely made out the words about the memorial service that was going to be held today during the gym class for her... He got all of his things together, including the social studies homework he'd had to do for a second time and got ready for the transport service to take him a quarter of a mile from school to be dropped off by the 'bus'. The walk there in the morning wasn't so bad, just a short distance compared to the ground he'd been able to cover yesterday. He'd have to thank Corporal Shephard for the training sometime, when he wasn't so dog tired.
Coming up around the corner he nearly ran into the crazy kid from the fundamentalist family, screaming bloody murder and running right for the buses.
"IT'S THE RAPTURE! AN' I GOT LEFT BEHIND!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!"
When Tyler looked around that corner there was no one there...no signs of trouble... "What in the world?..."
The next thing he knew he was falling from way too high above the park's pond.
*GAG* *SPUTTER* "Ack!" Oh gross, he'd gotten duckweed up his nose swimming to the shore. Another kid, just as soaked looked down at him, trying to wring out his clothes.
"Hey."
"Uh...hey."
"You're the sixth one."
"The sixth one what?"
The other kid, still wringing out his jersey pointed to a group of four other kids, and from the looks of things, Jenny Adams aka the American Eagle, was among that group. Oh this was not good, not good on so many levels as the possibilities started making a very unhappy picture.
"We thought we'd wait to see if anyone else showed up and then walk back to school." The kid went on, wringing out a jersey sleeve. Squiish. "Y'know, so there's more of us telling the same weird story. I don't know if they'll believe us anyhow."
KER-SPLASH!! KA-SPLOOSH!!
"Whoa, double header."
"I hope this isn't what I think it is..."