Is it wrong to start your day off with a mug of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream? Not sure. But it is fun. Let’s put the sugar rush to work and get writing.
Not where I thought this was going and had several false stars but not too bad.
Tuesday, December 27th: Several words had clearly been erased.
Several words had clearly been erased. What was left behind was just a gibberish message on the chalk board. All of them looked around clearly hoping that someone had the key to solving this riddle. No one did.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Sharron asked. Her voice had a little bit of a whine in it and Lisa backed away not wanting to be associated with it. She stared at the board as others debated what the message could mean. Was class cancelled? Was it moved? Was there a test? All seemed like equal possibilities. Not for the first time, Lisa found herself irritated with this class.
It was mandatory for all students but it didn’t fit into any specific sector of the school and so was hard to classify. It was mandated that each of them pass before they were allowed to graduate but it was taught in such a haphazard manner that sometimes finding the class was a bit like a treasure hunt.
‘Except we don’t get treasure, Just Mr. Watts.’ Lisa thought.
Since it didn’t fit in with the other subjects it had no set class room. It rotated from room to room depending on what was available at the time. Mr. Watts thought it was like some sort of game and treated it as a fun option. He also thought they should all get on board with his fun. Mr. Watts also detested all of the electronics they used and claimed they were a waste of time. Lisa thought it was his excuse for not bothering to learn to use anything properly.
So he never posted any change in classes, homework or anything on the officially sanctioned electronic message boards. Instead he used chalk and old school black boards to leave messages. He often changed rooms, times, and the dates of important events. Unfortunately there were quite a few people who found it amusing to erased crucial words in his hastily scrawled messages. Last time they had barely made it to the newly rescheduled class since no one knew it was now meeting an hour earlier.
‘It would help if Mr. Watts wasn’t such a flake.’ Lisa decided.
“Do you think that says something about the quad?” Derrick asked.
Lisa squinted at the words. “Maybe there is the word out, which could be outside,” Lisa replied. It never helped that Mr. Watts had extremely poor m=penmanship. Even the words that remained were hard to make out. “Why?”
“I think that’s him in the Quad,” Derrick said. Everyone looked over. Derrick was standing by the window looking out. Lisa walked over with the others. Sure enough their missing instructor was standing in the quad, He appeared to be having an argument with someone.
“I suppose we had best go down,” Glenn said. He sounded as glum as the rest of them felt. All of them would rather be doing something other than this last minute mandatory governmental class. Lisa gasped as the man Mr Watts was arguing with pulled out something and pointed it at Mr. Watts.
“Is that a gun? Sharron asked. There was a sharp sound hard and loud before anyone could comment. In the quad below Mr. Watts crumpled to the ground and the other man ran away, heading for the woods.
Ten til Midnight 