Chapter Six ★ Research

｡☆✼★━ Daniel ━★✼☆｡

Click-clack. Click-clack. Kitten heals tapped on the hard wood walkway between the carpeted area and the micro fische room. We all sat in silence while we watched the librarian make her rounds.

She paused briefly by the micro fische room to deliver a scowl to us. We waited until the sft tapping of her 1-inch kitten heels faded away before we started talking again. If only Calvin knew ASL better then we could talk freely without making a sound.

Jacob tugged on my shirt as I kept peering out the doorway. I turned my head. He signed, “What did Mrs. Lockhart want?”

Calvin eyes bugged out and interrupted, “Dud, you had to talk to Mrs. Lockhart?”

My meeting with the history teacher was not fun. Though both of my friends wanted to know what happened I couldn’t leave them hanging. So, I told them, “Nothing, really.”

Calvin smacks his forehead, “Aw, dude. That’s totally lame.”

Even Jacob called bull on my white lie. He demanded, “Details. Now.”

Holding my hands up I replied, “Okay. Okay. I’ll tell you. Sheesh.”

“Don’t leave any details out.” Jacob added and grabbed one of his notebooks then opened to a fresh page. It’s where kept notes on the strange or weird things that interest him. He’s already filled one book about our third grade teacher Mrs. Garrison who he firmly believes was from one of Jupiter’s moons.

His recent interest for Mrs. Lockhart told me that he suspects that she’s an alien too. I got closer to see hastily scribbled drawings with lines pointing to hand written notes. Jacob was thorough.

Feeling my presence looming over his book Jacob peered up and thumped the back of his pen on the blank page. He had tons of notes on Mrs. Lockhart already. I wonder which planet or moon he thinks our history teacher is from this time?

I licked my lips. In truth my meeting with her was nothing interesting. Nothing happened at all. I hunched my shoulders, “Seriously. Nothing happened.”

“Dude, c’mon.” Calvin whined and spun around in his computer chair. It creaked once every second rotation. Watching him spin made my insides twist and turn.

“Will ya knock it off?” I grumbled barely holding the contents of my lunch down. A gas bubble tickled the back of my throat as it escaped. I burped.

Another tap of Jacob’s pen and I looked at him. He held it in his left hand primed to write down the lurid details of my meeting with Mrs. Lockhart. Fine. I inhaled and rubbed my knees with my hands then began.

‧͙⁺˚*·༓☾ – TO BE CONTINUED… –☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙