Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I knew that voice too. It belonged to our school resource officer. Lillian Monroe.
She was a sweet woman, but she had a zero tolerance when it came to drugs and fighting; I knew it would be hard to convince her, but I was willing to try.
“That’s because he didn’t.” I snapped as I came to a stop when I felt something hit the tip of my cane, indicating someone or something was within six feet of me.
“Mizz Sheffield, if you could please return to your room during the search procedure, I will come talk to y...”
I cut Officer Monroe off. “I will not go inside. I heard you say Falco’s name, and I know for certain it wasn’t him.”
“Well then, how do you explain the drugs in his locker?” Sandra asked.
Oh great, just what I needed was the lady luck and her harem.
“Ladies,” Trance’s deep voice drawled. “If you would please return to your classrooms, I will be by to get your statements once I’m done.”
His tone booked no room for argument, but there was no way I was letting Falco take the fall for something I knew for a fact he didn’t do.
“Viddy,” Trance growled, enticing another shiver from me. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin at my name coming out of his mouth. “Get to your room.”
Pulling my glasses from my face, I let my bottom lip drop until it was in a small downward curve. I didn’t pull any punches. I even let my eyes tear up a bit.
“Do you promise you’ll come talk to me? Will you bring Falco to me and come? Let us explain, I promise there’s an explanation. Please?”
I knew I would get his promise. With anybody else, I probably wouldn’t have, but with Trance, I knew he’d listen to me. He trusted me and knew I wouldn’t steer him wrong.
“Yes, I promise. Now go back to your room. I’ll bring this Pendragon kid, too.” Trance swore.
Knowing I could trust his word, I turned and walked back to the classroom, using the lockers as a guide instinctually until I got to my room.
Although, lately I didn’t seem to need it.
I was technically blind, although I’ve always been able to make out shadows or dark and light. For instance, if I was walking down the hallway of the school, I could make out shadowed shapes that were people, but I couldn’t make out fine details.
High contrast items like a big black circle on a white background I could make out, as well.
Then there was a narrow field out of my left peripheral vision that I could see nearly perfectly. Although, it was such a small field, that it would be practically useless to most people. To me, though, it was a miracle.
Lately, though, that narrow field was becoming wider.
From what was explained to me, normal eyes, combined, have about a 180-degree field of vision. Each eye seeing about 95 degrees.
Before, it was a single tiny sliver. If a normal seeing person covered their eyes with their hands, and peeked out through their fingers, you’d see slices of whatever you were looking at. For me, it was as if I could see perfectly out of the left most slice, allowing me about a three-degree window.
Lately, though, that window was getting bigger, and I knew it.
Which was why I was heading to my doctor that I’ve been seeing for eleven years now. Maybe he could tell me if it was getting better. And maybe tell me why I was getting headaches from hell to go with it.
Secretly, I thought I had a brain tumor or something, which was why I was putting the whole thing off.
However, my sister had become increasingly adamant about me seeing the doctor.
“How do you do that?” Sandra’s infuriated voice came from my left once I reached the suite of classrooms
I turned towards where I heard her voice, tried to keep the annoyed look off my face, and failed.
“How I do what...exactly?” I asked with barely contained patience.
“Play that poor pitiful me act. You had that guy eating out of your fingers. I bet you’ve fucked him, haven’t you?” Sandra hissed quietly.
Not quietly enough, though, for Trance not to hear.
“I think that’s highly inappropriate of you to say, don’t you think, ma’am?” Trance’s steely voice said from behind me.
I didn’t turn around, but I did turn my head until I could see him. It wasn’t much. Not nearly enough. But something inside of me settled.
A cold, wet nose touched my dangling hand, bringing my attention to Radar who was at my side.
I didn’t wait for permission to touch him as I usually did. Radar wouldn’t have touched me if he was still working.
I dropped down to my haunches, burying my nose into Radar’s furry neck.
“Hey, big boy,” I whispered to him.
Radar’s tail thumped against the tiled floor, and a pang of sadness assaulted me as I thought of Hemi.
It’d been one month since I called Trance to help me with Hemi, and one month since I’d been with him last.
“Mrs....” Trance said, waiting for Sandra to tell him her last name.
“Johnston.” Sandra said through clenched teeth.
“Mrs. Johnston. I suggest you keep your nose out of everybody else’s business. Especially Viddy’s.” Trance said coldly.
There was no venom or rancor in his voice. No hesitation. No nothing. It was a statement, but somehow I knew that he meant every word. And that the threat to her was real.
“Okay,” she whispered and then I heard her footsteps leave.
“Fuckin’ bitch.” Trance growled low in his throat.
I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up out of my throat.
Giggling, I said, “I wish you would’ve said what you really meant.”
“Believe me, if I wasn’t in uniform, and we weren’t at your school, I would’ve.”
“Ms. Sheffield?” A hesitant voice said from behind the both of us, drawing what I would’ve said in reply to him up short.
“Falco! Come here, please. Falco, this is Tr-I mean Officer Spurlock. Officer Spurlock, I’d like you to meet Falco Pendragon. Falco please have a seat at the table. We have some questions to ask you.”