MYSTERIES OF NO-LAND(Chapter 4.2)-Fantasy
Chapter 4.2
Vince munched some fries as Mrs. Mantel watched him eat. She hadn't taken the recap of the vision well enough and Vince worried that she may never allow the young boy out of her sight again.
He had therefore added that he didn't think it was happening anytime soon, a lie he himself was having a hard time believing. The trick had worked though and he had promised to always be on the lookout for Crayon.
On the way to school, Vince kept asking him about his friends to which Crayon gladly gave answers. He had nice words for all his friends, well almost all for he didn't consider her a friend.
He had tried to probe deeper about this Mabel but Crayon didn't seem to like talking about her. He had to change the topic of their discuss but promised himself he was going to find out more about her and why Crayon didn't like her very much.
He hoped she wasn’t nursing negative feelings towards Crayon, or worse planning to get him killed. What worried him the most was that he hadn't seen the face of the killer and it sure wasn't the skater.
They parted ways when they arrived at school and Vince promised to check on Crayon when they closed. He thought he noticed a frown on Crayon’s face but he brushed it aside. Maybe he just wasn't comfortable being watched over. He still thought he should have told him about his vision but Mrs. Mantel had been very clear about that.
Classes went as usual with the new teacher, Mr. Lance providing the much needed humor to take him off thoughts of his best friend dying.
"Cultivators just like farmers have no idea what kind of fruits their lands will produce. We've seen people reaping potatoes from maize planted in recent times."
The class went reeling with laughter. It had been in the news during the weekend, when the flying newsprint came, that a man had complained about meeting different crops from the ones he had planted on his farm and he even had pictures to prove he was sane.
"We can only do our best to nurture and tend to our seeds so they produce good harvest."
He paused to see if he was being followed. A lady whose name was Becca had been dozing off and he directed to wake her up. He had then spelled her to be hopping continually until he left the class that was to last for 45 minutes more.
He wondered why someone could sleep off in a class as funny as Mr. Lance's. As though echoing his thoughts, Mr. Lance said he had never seen someone sleep while he taught and that she was a first. The reason why he was interested in her case and would be seeing her after school hours.
After school hours
He didn't know why that would sound strange to him but it did. A lot of things could happen after school hours of course. Like students meeting their lecturers, friends hanging out, people playing with their new learnt spells and Crayon getting killed.
Shit! Bloody shit!
He still couldn't keep that off his mind. He wished it would just dissipate already. But it ran the opposite direction. All of his better judgements were signaling him to hurry to meet with Crayon and though the class still had more than thirty minutes left, he hurried out after taking permission to go pee.
Walking along the corridor, he saw some guys looking through a magazine where a lady was pole dancing and Vince wondered why they'd allows such images come to life. He moved on though, his trouble sensors not allowing him a moment of thought that didn't involve seeing Crayon looking bloodied.
A guy came gliding along with his skating shoes and he couldn't help admiring how adorable the shoe made him look. The guy just kept swinging from side to side like a loosed cloth flapping in the wind. He twisted and turned much to Vince's admiration till he exited the corner but not without winking at Vince whom he knew he had impressed.
A wink? Was that part of the script?
He was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of a familiar voice, only it was shouting. From the sound of it, it was just around the corner and Vince wondered why Crayon would be involved in a war of words. They kept bandying words, himself and what sounded like a lady. He quickly rounded up to meet them but by the time he got there, the lady was already storming off.
"What was that? " he asked Crayon who heaved his bag pack over his shoulder.
" That was Mabel, the first person I'm killing once I get the chance."
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