A hell of a first day back, and week I guess, considering I missed most of it. Bloody Fae Realms and their stupid laws. But from where we left off I made straight for the ‘careers’ fair, which seemed to have some problems of its own. Quickly filling Abbi and Callum in on the impending death of whichever teacher it was this time, Mr Harris? I think, Music or whatever. And then at an inconvenient time, the floor caved (not that a caving in floor is ever convenient (well except that one time)). Falling in on the good old wards for Dr. Elliots.
One problem at a time, Mr. Harris not looking good, we rang an ambulance and I got Shade to dump him on the pavement out the front of school, hopefully if he lives he’ll put it all down to a near death experience or something, less important than his life at the end of the day.
The phone call then switched across to the being who seems to be calling itself the end of the world. Wanted to speak with Abbi it said, so that’ll be interesting. I didn’t hear it, Callum took the call, then started humming, problem for after the rest of it.
Problem two, potential damage to the ward and Dr Elliots being chatty behind his door. In some way connected to the End of the World he’d gotten a weird shiny golden phone and a bunch of fucking bear traps. I like my legs, why couldn’t it have just been my left arm again. I guess that’s the problem of walking through non-existent doors. We severely need to work out his damn Phylactery.
Then back to the damn Fae realms, popped to the Nurse about the leg, got a quick lecture, which was then ended by the arrival of people who had apparently been strapped to the hall roof all day or something. I got the wheelchair and headed back to the others. Or tried to until the damn Fae door popped open. Ice + Wheelchair, not fun. Rhyming couplets and ice and wheelchairs, I’ve had better times in the Fae realms, kinda left this one to Abbi & Callum, lost a week for the wait. I need to work on my rhyming before I have to go through anymore doors.
And problem three, our monsters are all idiots, some stupid prank war between Tonesh & Twiglet that had a jar of anthrax as a prize. One of these ‘pranks’ ended up with my sister’s hands in one of the fucking beartraps that got put in the library. I’m about ready to throttle all three of them. Got a lecture from her about the future, after all the applications to Oxbridge are already closed don’t you know! She worries and I get that, but someone has to sort all this stuff. The End of the World won’t fix itself.
And to top it all of Rae is somewhat pissed at me again, which is somewhat fair and somewhat not. Got another lecture, which she doesn’t get to give anymore, she broke up with me after all.
Like I didn’t ask for this. It was great as a kid, but maybe they’re right when they keep telling me I need to grow up. Maybe I do need to start thinking about what’s next, the dumbass year 9s, ‘Triple D’ will have to do a better job than they’re doing now, but maybe if we start helping them, they could do alright…