Tis becoming a burden to keep my eyelids parted, the
weight of this feather quilt grows heavier with every passing moment. The grip
which my fingers have upon it is loosening. One can now easily see how my handwriting
is deteriorating. I hear the ancient voices beckoning me to stop. But I cannot
curtail my writing now there is so much to say and so little time. I fear that I will
not be able to finish what I started, and all these years of work will fade away
with me.
I must have dozed off; for all was dark before I opened
my eyes once more. The candle seems to have expended more wax than when I last looked at it, Never matter for
I am awake now and the voices seem to have stopped their illegible rant.
Finally at peace, I shall permit myself a little more respite before continuing.
Teacher: OK class! Now
I need you to submit your answer scripts.
Wait What??!!
I awoke
with a start, no one hears me as they were too busy adding finishing
touches to their answers and I looked in utter dismay at my blank answer
script. "Hey there is a question I can answer", I thought as I penned down my name
next to the” Name:” . I walked calmly to the teacher and handed the answer
script turned backwards, and before she could turn to see the front, I was out
of the room and then I thought I heard my name, it was a simple call but to me
it sounded like she was screaming my name through her fiery lungs…there was no
stopping. I ran across the hallway and out the school building, her voice still
echoing inside my head. Then I realized that I had left my bag inside my locker,
it couldn’t be helped. I wasn’t going to
go back in there to face an enraged dragon…
I darted
across the grounds to where people parked their bikes, dug into my pocket for
the keys and sped off on my bike, placing as much distance as I could between
me and the dragon’s lair.
It was later that day that my secretary told me that a subpoena had
been issued demanding I appear before court. I never liked courtrooms, make me
feel stuffy, you know? But couldn’t be helped, I cancelled my opera tickets. I would have to catch another rerun of the Muppet
show. Then I picked my most expensive suit, you know?. To show everyone who they
were really messing with, and by the time this little game of theirs was over
it would be my turn, and we all know about the subpoenas I send. Summoning them to an early grave. I was assured that they had got me the best defense lawyer in town.
I smiled to myself as I adjusted my tie thinking of the drink I would have
after the case was all wrapped up. I liked milk with oreos, was nothing else I ordered.
The courtroom was a big one there sat the judge in his big chair. I glanced
at the name tag placed on the table, it read “Principal”, "weird name for a judge".
It must have been a closed court case as there was no press or ordinary folk.
But I wasn’t too concerned. I had the best defense lawyer in town. She rumored to
turn un-winnable cases on their heads. The last case she had won was against her
own husband and in doing so had forever won the control of the TV remote during
her favorite shows, even when the game was on…
The prosecution was lead by Mrs. Johansen. She had fiery
eyes pointed straight at me. "Gonna have to try a lot harder to intimidate Don Salamanca". Hmm strange, I felt that I had seen her somewhere before,
probably my imagination. The court proceedings began and the prosecutor was all
too eager to put forward her case…no introductory statements, “what an amateur “,
I thought and smirked as I looked towards my lawyer hoping that she would
probably share the same opinion, but to my slight unease her expressions continued
to darken as the prosecutor went on. I was now starting to get a real bad feeling inside my stomach now, you know? The kind one gets when ones had too many
cookies. Then it happened!, I was betrayed more like blindsided. I mean no one could’ve seen this coming No one!
The defense attorney got up and actually took the side of the prosecutor!. Both
of them were chastising me so hard it was deafening. I’m not proud of it but I was
so scared I started crying...nothing serious though…The judge brought silence
to the chaos using his voice rather than his hammer (strange judge). Well the way i figured it, someone
must have paid off the defense attorney but it was too late. I was shocked as
he gave his verdict I was given a sentence, a prison sentence can you believe that?. Now I had to spend
the summer in the locker they called it “summer school” but I knew what it was,
“Hell”. Could this day get any worse??
I felt like a sick
man at heart and mind. What was I going to do???
I drowned my sorrow in a glass of warm milk which my
secretary brought me. She said I had this coming, I made a note to self to fire
her. It was going to be a long night...
“OK Grounded means you cannot go out of your room understand?
and you will finish all your homework and study for that re-test”
“But Mom!!”
“No buts…”
Well now it seems the Sheriff has another job for me. I looked
at the cryptic message in my hand. It was a blank sheet with a big F etched with
blood on the top. I lowered my hat to shield me from the warm Mexican sun (the
study lamp)...…
