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Isabell Noiba, Child 47, Journal Entry 16.
Hello again. I know that I haven’t written in the past couple of months, but I honestly don’t like writing down every single thing that happens to me every day. It’s annoying, and, quite frankly, not necessary. But Mrs. Eraf doesn’t seem to care. I mean, honestly, that woman is deranged to think that I’m going to start to listen to her now when I’ve been in the orphanage for years and haven’t done a thing she’s told me to. If she is deranged, she’s gotten smarter at it. Now she’s making me write while she sits in front of me with that very creepy ruler in her hand while she glares. I think she’s trying to seem menacing. She’s so missed the mark it’s not funny anymore.
So, just to get her away so I don’t start cracking up and get into more trouble, I’m gonna start writing about my beyond boring day. I woke up at morning bell, and then Jiinah dragged me down three flights of stairs, and not the elevator, because she thinks that I need more exercise (Which I don’t! I weigh a perfectly fine 126 pounds.) And then she let me wouldn’t let me the eat pancakes. We only get those pancakes once every other week. So not right.
Then again, maybe what’s not right is that I actually let a seven-year-old boss me around like that. Yeah, that’s probably it.
On to what I did later in the day, I played hide-and-seek with the Youngers like I always do. Then Mrs. Eraf hunted me down like a wild animal to force me to her office so she could yell at me for not doing something or other that I didn’t really listen to anyways. Then she shoved this tiny book at me with a pen that smells strangely like her hairspray and told me to write or she wasn’t going to let me get back to my game.
I totally realized that the threat worked. I am so pathetic. I’m an eighteen year old girl and the only threat that has any affect on me what-so-ever is ‘do it or you can’t play hide-and-seek with small children’. Actually, I think I’m going to change the subject before I begin to wallow in self pity.
I have one more thing to say before I run out of here screaming. I keep having this strange dream. I don’t really understand it but I’m dancing. Now, I am not one to dance, but there I am swaying and then I realize that there’s a guy with me. I can’t see his face (For all I know he could have demon eyes and no mouth) but somehow I know that I trust him. Oh, and if the dream itself isn’t odd enough, when I wake up I feel….I think the word would be ‘blissful’, like if all the things that trouble me in life were just gone. Then again, maybe that’s always a side-effect of happy dreams, I wouldn’t know, I don’t really remember my dreams. Yeah, yeah, I know I’ve said that d word like every three letters.
So then this is goodbye. Hopefully forever but Mrs. Eraf will probably force to write some more later.
Slowly, I looked over what I had written. That should be enough to satisfy Madame Demon in Human Form. I don’t actually call Mrs. Eraf that in the journal because I’m fairly certain that she reads them. Like she needs another reason to despise me. But that’s beside the point. When I was done checking over the page and a half that I had written, I slammed it shut with as much power as I could and then handed it back up to Madame without looking at her directly.
“You can go now, Isabell.” I felt her take the journal and quickly I shoved the chair back and stormed over to the door. And then she had to interrupt my brilliant exit with her saying, “Oh and one more thing.”
Groaning, I turned around and faced her office. I guess it’d be described as a principal’s office, which I guess would about right, even though I’ve never been in a principal’s office. She had the clear plastic desk, with the micro foam chair behind it. Metal picture frames covered the walls, and most of the pictures in them were kind of stupid. Basically it was devoid of all color and interesting life. This also described Mrs. Eraf pretty well too.
She was about five foot three of pure control freak. Everything about her screamed it. Light grey hair pulled back into tight bun, black cat-eye glasses that I’m not entirely sure that she needed, perfectly smoothed outfit of knee-length brown skirt, white turtle neck, and strange maroon colored jacket. Actually, what she was wearing was uniform of the orphanage that nobody followed anymore. Maybe a total of five people followed it years ago, but I wouldn’t know, I didn’t exactly count them.
I was jerked out of my thoughts about the retard uniform when Mrs. Eraf coughed. “Yes, Mrs. Eraf?” I asked between very tightly clenched teeth. I also considered a sarcastic curtsy from almost two thousand years ago, but thought that I was probably under enough trouble as it was.
She squinted her eyes, almost as if she had read my mind. Using her middle finger she shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I’ve been meaning to ask about….” She veered off like she couldn’t find the way to ask. This never happened except when around one subject. And the reason she was asking was probably the guy in question was missing currently.
“I didn’t do anything to him, I swear.” I turned back to the door, and, without asking for permission, walked out. Under my breath I muttered, “Trust me, if I did hurt him, you’d find the body.” There weren’t too many people in the hall with me, but they backed away when they saw my facial expression. From the watching of me with ‘certain others’, they’ve learned that when I’m in a mood and you bother me, blood spills. I tried to calm myself down, knowing who was going to pop out from around the corner at any moment.
Ten minutes passed before I realized that I was still alone. That was weird; she always came when I got in trouble with Madame Demon in Human Form. Hmm, I peeked around the next corner. It was clear except for two people who appeared to be in serious need of a room. Thinking about where ever Jiinah might be, I kept wondering around, glancing around looking for the young girl. Where was she?
Finally, I decided to just go to the cafeteria and hope that maybe she had gotten hungry. I walked to the elevators, pressed the button with the down arrow on it, and waited for the metal doors to open. Tapping my foot, I stared at the doors, willing the elevator to hurry. When the doors opened, I stepped inside as soon as they were far enough apart for me to fit. Right after that, I said clearly, “Close doors.”
“I’m sorry, but identification required.” There was that annoying mechanical voice that I think that was supposed to sound female. Who ever made the voice apparently never heard a girl speak.
I sighed. “Child 47. Close doors. Floor 2.”
“Certainly.” The door slid together with a loud ding. It dropped quickly and felt my stomach come upward. By the time it was over, I was glad. Stepping out, I was ambushed by smells of lunch. Today seemed to be sloppy joe, with French fries and green beans. Now, don’t think that I have an amazing sense of smell, I saw people eating the food I mentioned. I did a complete circle around myself searching for Jiinah.
“Isa!” I almost fell as someone launched into me, wrapping her arms around my legs.
“Hey, Jiinah.” I placed my hand on the little girl’s head and ruffled the short light brown hair. She looked up at me and gave me a smile with about three teeth missing. Great God, that girl was pure adorable and I also purely sure that she knew it as well. “Whatcha’ been doing?”
She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a table where she was sitting with her three best friends, Carryn, Tym, and Jorge. I’ve always thought that it was amazing that the four of them could even be in the same social circles, let alone how close. Tym was the loud, blonde haired dreamer, Carryn, the brave redhead who never thought of consequences, the shy dark haired quietness that was Jorge almost seemed to hold the group together, and then there was Jiinah. Being the leader of the group, she was partially quiet but had that stare that made shivers go up and down your spine, so the others followed her example pretty much without protest.
Sometimes I feel sorry that my influence rubbed off on her so much.
As soon as I was dragged over to the table, I was met by very loud shouts from two of the girls. “Hey! Where’s you go half-way though our game?” Carryn’s was the loudest, or least is was until Tym looked up and realized that I was there.
“Ohmygod, Isa! Why’d you disappear like that? Geon thought that you were still hiding. Actually, there he is now.” She stood up and, after giving me a high five, ran off toward her older brother.
“Mrs. Eraf got me.” I explained as I slid into the seat next to Jorge. “She was ticked because I haven’t been keeping up with my journal. Then she asked me about Jimmy. She thinks I had something to do with his disappearance.”
All three girls started to laugh at that. Suddenly Carryn spoke up. “Actually we know why he missing.”
“Technically, he’s still in his room, but he hasn’t come out.” Jiinah added, still giggling.
“He’s too embarrassed.” Jorge said. “He’ll be gone for a while.”
“Trust us,” All three ended before the collapsed in laughter again.
“What?” I think I got whiplash from my head going from girl to girl to girl. They didn’t answer me, as they were too busy gripping their sides and gasping for breath. Every five seconds or so, they’d calm down and then look at each other and lose control again. After a minute or so of this, I was almost afraid that they would all pass out from lack of air. Whatever they had done, it was probably brilliant and I knew I would love it. “What’d you do?”
“Are you talking about Jimmy?” Tym asked as she came back from talking with Geon. Her brother was right behind her, and when he saw the girls, shook his head sadly and left.
“Yeah,” I answered and then yelled out to the getting smaller by the second Geon, “See ya later!” He heard me and turned around and mouthed something back which I’m pretty sure was ‘Next time you’ll lose’ but I’m not positive.
“Oh that!” Tym started to chuckle too, but she was able to reply, “We put some heat activated super glue in his pants when he thought it would be a good idea to pay us to do his laundry.”
“Where’d you get the idea to do that?” I asked, shocked.
This time Jiinah had enough control to reply, “From you.”
I had the awesome intelligence to say, “Say what?”
“You said once that you were pretty sure that he didn’t wear…uh…..” Jorge stopped, not knowing the polite way to finish her sentence.
“Boxers.” Carryn added. “You said that he didn’t wear any boxers. Well we wanted to test it out, but not actually see it with our eyes.” She shivered, and I didn’t blame her one bit. “So when he paid us each fifteen bucks to do his laundry, we put some of that heat activated glue that we used in science class and put it in the seat of those pants that he wears all the time. Y’know the ones that have all the pockets in them? We guessed that those would be the ones that he would wear first.”
“And we were right, judging how he hasn’t shown his face in a week.” Tym added in, smiling widely, “It would be hard to go to the bathroom with your pants glued to your behind.”
Suddenly I started to clap loud enough to draw attention from other tables. “Nice.” I was right earlier; I did love it although I did feel bad that I hadn’t thought of it first. I reached over and snagged three French fries from a tray, not really caring whose it was.
“Hey!” Jiinah smacked my hand to prevent me from eating the fries. They fell back onto the plate, one of them landing in ketchup.
“I’m hungry!” I protested, then grabbed another and stuffed into my mouth before she could do anything.
She crossed her arms and gave me an icy blue eyed stare. “Then go get your own.”
I mimicked her stance. “Maybe I don’t want to.” We lasted a mere moment before we both started chuckling, then howling like a pack of those hyenas that they talk about in science sometimes. In my minds eye, I could see the other girls just roll their eyes and shake their heads sadly. They were used to outbursts like this.
When we had calmed down, I did go and get myself lunch. Sitting back down three minutes later, I ate a fry and then asked, “Since I wasn’t able to finish our game earlier, you guys wanna finish it after lunch?”
All four of them looked up from their conversation of whether or not Tym’s brother was cute and gave me a stare that said simply ‘Duh’. After a second they turned back to the discussion. I didn’t really listen to it. I was staring blankly at the other end of the cafeteria. There was something nagging at me from the back of my mind, it was like I was forgetting something important, but it wasn’t quite important yet. It was a strange feeling, you don’t need to tell me, but it was still there.
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