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Today's Prompt:
How would you feel if all your friends stopped talking to you?
Regina's 15 minute creative writing:
Left to 65. Right to 83. And around to 100.” Aggie yanked on the lock, and it jammed, mechanical insides not shifting, locking in place. “Crap.” She snarled, jangling the offensive mechanism against the metal locker frame. Her shoulders raised in a massive breath and dropped with an audible sigh. “65. 83. 100!” she yanked again, and the lock came free in her hand. “Yes!” She pumped her arm in the air. Then glanced around. Noone in the halls.
Of course not! It was 1130 at night. She wore a toque with a headlamp in it, currently pointed at the lock in her hand as she wiggled it free, the only source of light other than moonlight through the double doors at the end of the hall and the red glow from the Exit signs.
Aggie yanked open the metal door and flinched at the squeal of metal on metal. The contents were a library of shadows, black blades cutting into the depths as her headlamp swept the interior.
With a sigh she eyed the bag of toiletries, knowing her emergency toothbrush was in there. She couldn't take that thought, or the spare stick of deodorant, the dental floss or the cherry ChapStick.
The police had itemized the contents of her locker, then replaced everything carefully. They had returned twice looking for any sign that Aggie had been there, but no. Aggie Hamey was officially a missing person.
Her eyes slid over her textbooks, the stack of notebooks, the pencil case. But that wasn’t what she was looking for. She was well stocked with school and art supplies.
She had a modest library, borrowed from the stacks of the school library 3 books at a time, and all carefully returned so as not to draw attention from the hawk-eyed librarian. She had a dozen canvases, jugs of every colour of paint, two sketch pads, a full charcoal set, and an easel all set up on a massive drop cloth too. Mr. Devlin, the art teacher, was a stoner who sold weed to the kids, and lost either his glasses, his car keys or both each and every class. She could have stollen every supply in the room, and he wouldn’t have noticed. She’d lifted his keys after he forgot them one night and got into the supply room, so everything she had borrowed was ‘backstock” that would probably go bad before someone needed it anyway.
But her personal stuff was out of bound – unless...
Aggie reached into the shadows. Past the books, the pencil case, the blank paper, her fingers hit the cold metal at the back, and she smiled in anticipation. Maybe they hadn’t found it. She had half expected the false back to be shoved to the side, but as her finger found the release, tapped it then tugged it then pushed it aside and the door swung back into a cavity behind the bank of lockers. Tension Aggie had not realized she was holding eased out of her shoulders. She tucked her chin to cast a band of blindingly bright LED light into the cut out, then reached in and grabbed the contents – one ancient book, dogeared, tattered, and stuffed full of late addition pages. One round stone, polished to an eerie shine. One locket tarnished and hanging from a delicate silver chain. Aggie sighed in relief. She kissed the locket, eyes closed in deep gratitude. Slipping the chain over her head she let the locket slide down her chest and come to rest between her breasts, then put the crystal in one pocket, and tucked the bulging leather bound book under one arm and pulled the secret panel back into place until it clicked.
Feeling lighter than she had in months, Augustavia Elmwood replaced the lock on her locker, and turned to weave back through the hallways to her hidden corner in the attic, a smile tugging on her lips. Now they would pay.
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