Chapter 9 They re-entered the class. (I know, elaborate sentences are my specialty.) Everett glanced at the clock. "It's 2:24, what are you guys still doing here?" Nobody moved. I wondered if the other kids knew about the kid they were talking about, as near as I could figure, Luke was probably a brother or friend whom they had lost. "Oohh I know why you all are still here. You guys want to hear the last part of my lesson." It was pretty clear he was being sarcastic. "So the weird shadow demon, embodiment of depression looking thing can transform into your biggest fear and or worst memory. Usually what I do when I find these guys is I'll say hocus pocus you've lost your focus, then book it in the other direction. Come next time where I tell you about more monsters. Class dismissed!" The group filed out. We stayed back, you may be asking Why, doing what Mr. I tHoUgHt I sAw An aLbInO sQuIrReL says sounds like a terrible idea. But what other choice did I have? Will walked over to where Everett was standing. "I heard your conversation in the hall. Sorry for your loss." Everett didn't respond, he just stared blankly at his shoes. Will continued talking. "Who was Luke, and how did he die?" "He was my brother. Bertha got him." "How long ago did it happen? " "It was a while ago, so it shouldn't be an issue anymore." May tapped him on the shoulder. "Everett, it was last year. " "Okay, well then it was slightly over a year ago." "Everett? " "Yeah?" "It happened in December." "Yup." "That means it was less than a year ago." "Oh, well then I should still be over it by now, you know? Gotta come back to the land of the living eventually. " Jackson looked up from a leaf he was playing with (how he found a leaf indoors is beyond me). "Well, math is depressing, and so are my grades, can we go to the basement and checkout some blades?" "No." "Why not?" "Well, the nearest entrance to the demon realm is in D.C, I checked, if we want to get there, we'll take the train-" "When? Because we might want to just be prepared..." "Tomorrow. " "Tomorrow when?" "Tomorrow noon, we'll have time to grab weapons tomorrow. " Jackson started laughing. "Everett, if we get to the train station early, can we buy lunch?" "Sure, although, I must ask, whats funny? " "The sandwich! " He kept laughing, like can hardly breathe, stand, or function kind of laughing. "No, no no no. Anything but the sandwich, not the sandwich." Paige looked up from staring at Jackson. "Not to interlude on, whatever this is, but what's 'the sandwich'?" Everett started to speak but then Jackson cut him off. "So we were at a train station and he bought a tuna sandwich with cucumbers, and he started eating it on the train, he got three bites in before he gave up. He said it was hard and stale on the outside and mushy and expired tasting on the inside. After we got back he put it in his fridge for a week and his mom told him to finish the sandwich, so he took another bite and it was moldy. Anyway he got sick after that and barfed twelve times in one day." Jackson was still laughing, and making more drawings of Pikachu. Despite all that had happened that day, I felt hopeful. And then I remembered we had just burned through the first day, and only had six left.
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