Chapter 20: Monday Bloody-Monday [Part 2]
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THE NEXT MORNING, Jane woke-up to the-buzzing alarm of her-AI. She felt miserable… with body-aches and pain in her-lower body ~ and instantly-remembered her-OBE to Dreamworld-Kenya, and… giving birth at Jaheem’s hut…
… then, Boyyo-her AI, cheerfully-greeted…
“Top-of-the morning, jane… we’ll have a-fine day-today – the-weather in Perth is…”
“SHUT-UP-BOYYO! I don’t want any-weather report – leave me alone!” The grumpy-tween snapped…
… in-strained-breath, Jane sat-up on her bed, and felt her-tummy… and the womb was ‘vibrating’ ~ her-head was buzzing to her stomach’s pulsation… giving her a-migraine…
“OII! What are-You Doing to-me!!!” Jane shouted at-the-Womb…
“Jane, ‘Who’ are you Talking-to…? Are you-Alright…!? Your Blood-pressure is rising… IS it your-Anxiety of going today to-School…?”
“DIDN’T I tell-You to Fishing-Shut-up, Boyyo – Go-Shut-down!”
The AI powered-down to standby-mode. Blind-Jane got-off from her bed. Her head was still-floating and whirring from her womb’s vibration… and she walked-across unsteadily. She entered the bathroom in her room… and felt ‘both’ the morning-sickness and-cramps coming in-succession…
… she got onto her-knees, and puked in the toilet-bowl…
She gasped for-air… saying…
“… what are you-Doing to me, Apo – what do-You want…!?”
… she ‘listened’ to the Womb’s gripes…
“… what you mean that ‘Something-Bad’ is going to-happen… and, I should take a-fishing Sick Day? ~ NO! I want to-Go to school today!”
… she was further ‘punished’ for-defying – Jane felt her the vibration from her belly-going ‘below’ to her cervix-canal … and her felt burning-sensation – like her-groins were on-fire…
She was on-her-4s on the floor… with her the agony of her prostate-stinging and sweating profusely, and her head was-spinning… she screamed in-the closed-bathroom…
“ARRRGGG! Apo, Stop hurting-me…!!!”
Jane felt-cold sweat… and her veins were tingling with cosmic-energy ~ like she wanted to transform into-StarGirl…
… but she breathe-hard to-control her ‘impulse’ to metamorphose into the ‘cursed’ powerful-supe being… OR-ELSE the family-house’s bathroom would have the same-fate of destruction like the Hilton’s bathroom – when she was-then jump-scared by the-Messenger angel, St Gabriel…
She ‘needed’ to Cool-Herself down… Jane staggered from the floor to pull the shower-curtain – she hit-the Cold-water lever… and spray hit-on-her, soaking her pyjamas…
… the whole-bathroom fogged with hot-steam…
The drenched Jane still held-on her private-part ‘which’ was still-hurting… and cried-out…
“Arrggg… Stop it, Apo…!? What are you doing to-My body…!??”
The Womb threw-a-tantrum by increasing the throbbing-of her-migraine… ‘insisting’ that Jane took-A-Sick Day…
Blind-Jane crumbled-down to sit in the-bathtub, with cold-water showering on her… in her-pain, she was crying-and-reasoning of ‘Why’ she needed-To-go to school…
“… please-Apo… Maggi ‘Needs’ me – I ‘must’ Protect-her from KC… he-and-Albert Wang have tried ‘abducting’ her… they ‘might’ do-it-again. KC is in school, on the same-2nd Floor as our-A-Class… Pauly… Paul is in the-B-Class… he won’t know if Mags in-in-danger – but I’m in the A-Class, and ‘only-I’ can protect her from those Evil-people…please-Apo… I Must-Go to school…” She pleaded…
… the pain ‘subsided’ ~ the-Womb then ‘granted’ its-permission for-the-Host to go-to-school.
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Uniformed-up with her-backpack, she waited at the front-gate when Uncle-Chin’s Uber arrived with the Wong-twins. Alicia who was in the passenger’s seat, alighted the-car to assist Jane into the-backseat…
…and, the Chinese-girl was startled when she saw that her-bestie face wasn’t looking well as it was-swollen, and her darkglasses were partially covering her eyebags… she had-even ‘not’ combed her ruffled pixie-hair, and she was approaching unsteadily with her-cane…
“WahLauWei! Janey, what happened to you – you look like s***! Are you having your-Period?”
“… Ali, I’m fine…”
The Chinese-girl touched Jane’s forehead… and exclaimed…
“OMG! You’re warm… are you unwell? If so, you take a Sick-Day and rest, dear…”
“No, I’m fine…”
“No, you’re ‘not’…” Alicia did ‘not’ want to open the backseat door…
Then, there was a brief exchange in-Hokkien between Alicia-and-Uncle Chin ~ who also encouraged Jane to stay at-home to ‘avoid’ falling-in-school later… Jane spoke-up…
“Ali, stop mothering-Me… I’m ‘fine,’ no-worries… just a fishing-headache – and, I’ll go to the-Infirmary later, and Nurse Nancy would give-me something-for-it… Now-open the-door, Ali, we would-be late-for-school…”
The speechless Chinese hesitantly opened the backseat-door, and assisted the blind-tween to get-in. The moment she entered and sat, Jane clasped Maggi’s hand… and both of the visually impaired-girls were tacitly-delighted TO SEE Each-other-Again after the-kidnap-ordeal happened 10 days-ago, on Wesak-Day…
From the-passenger-seat, Alicia offered her-breakfast… of a packet of meat-dumplings. Jane accepted it even-though she didn’t ‘have’ her appetite due to her morning-sickness… but she’ll eat it later, during-Recess…
… the Char-Siu-Bao dumpling was the-Womb’s favourite-meal of-the-Day… but this-morning It was sulking à that It DIDN’T GET Its Sick-Day, where It ‘had’ envisaged a-troubling Premonition that Its-Life would BE-IN-danger later in-school…
… as self-preservation, the demigoddess-Womb would-go into-Its ‘Own’ Self-Defence-Mode…
… It had charged-up the Host’s lower-body with enough cosmic-heat for-the ‘Enemy’ … and like a ‘loaded-gun,’ It would fire-Lasers OUT-OF the the-Host’s lower orifice…
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AN HOUR-AGO, PAUL WAS awakened when he ‘wet’ his adult-diaper, with his-involuntary ‘wet-dream’ when encountered with the-South-Indian Black-beauty, the Mohini-pisasu. He didn’t suspect that SHE WAS a deviate-succubus ‘shapeshifter,’ who preyed-on ‘lonely’ males…
… all he was mesmerised was it was Jane-he ‘Saw’, with Blonde-hair, Blue-eyes but had a Dark-complexion ~ and, remembering-too, of the-Time-Traveller ‘mentioning’ that his 50-50 Soulmate ~ was a Manifestation of The Goddess, Kali…
Levitating from his-bed, he ripped-off his soiled-diaper and slammed-dunk it-hard into the-trash-bin – feeling annoyed that he had to ‘Share’ his-Soulmate ‘With’ his-Devil Twin-who – ‘Already’ got Bella-As his-girlfriend…
… in-his towel, he wheelchaired from his-windowless bedroom to the bathroom, and was still-annoyed that Peter had ‘control’ of his-dreamworld, where he ‘made’ porno with His-Janey, and let him Be-like a cuckold-To-voyeur ‘Their’ lovemaking, SO-THAT he ‘would’ soil-his-diapers in the-morning…
In the locked-bathroom, he levitated from the-wheelchair… he caught his-reflection on the medicine-closet mirror ~ voyeur-ing ‘into’ the-Devil’s porno doggie-ing His-Janey… Peter sniggering-back at Paul…
“… Hehehe… Got to watch my diet as a-Sportsman ~ Going all-out for White-meat… that’s the-Health-Tip of-The-day for you, Fatso…”
… and His-Janey was giggling-to His-joke, while between her-moaning…
The fuming Paul ‘wanted’ to Punch-the-mirror – but ‘resisted’ That-rage that would hurt himself, like in the-OTHER-PERTH – where he fist-smashed into-Glass mirror that required painful stitches… ‘treated’ in the Mercy-Clinic…
Paul took 3-deep breath to calm himself-down… but he was still aroused by porno-Janey – hitting-then in the-Cold shower… to exorcise the-Urge of self-pleasure…
… it ‘worked’ – as he bathed…
… then he had-a suspicion-of a theory ‘that’ Peter was ‘behind’ it – and, ‘Sending’ the Kali version-Of-Jane over…
‘… Why…!? Why send Me the-Dark-One…??’
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His Uber-ride was waiting for him at the front-gate, for Paul’s attending the First-day at-school… but he was ‘late’ as he just-now had taken a long-20 minutes of cold-and-hot showers, ‘overthinking’ of his Soulmate ‘problems’…
… in his-SHS uniform, Paul wheelchaired to the-Almera… apologising to-Gary who helped him to the backseat.
On the journey to school, the fellow St Michaels Church parishioner driver was detailing his 4-hour trip to the late-Fr Brown’s funeral last-Sunday in his hometown. At the backseat, Paul was looking at funeral-ground burial photos on Gary’s phone… with the late-priest’s relatives as pallbearers, who-laid the coffin-to-rest into the ground…
… he was looking for St Michael’s parishioners’ faces… and found a-few – with Gary’s elder-brother, Benedict-Morrison also attended the funeral-service. Paul was in-reverie of the ‘incident’ of last-Friday at the parish-house where Peter’s heinous-actions ‘had-Caused’ the late-priest’s Heart-attack… and…
“… Gary, how is Warden Anton-Clay – is he in-hospital…?”
“… yes, Anton fell down-the-stairs, with head-injuries… he was admitted for 5 days, now he’s discharged, I think… hahaha, he’s a tough-Guy… who used to-be a Pro-wrestler in Melbourne during the-90’s…”
… but Paul was relieved that Gary didn’t ‘know’ the-Truth of the Friday’s Interview-with-The-Devil that went wrong… and, his brother…
…Benedict too did ‘not’ tell Gary that Peter was THE ONE who ‘smashed’ Anton’s head on Father-Brown’s desk… with the-Devil then ‘Caused’ the priest to have-a Heart-attack…
‘… I bet Gary Don’t-know that too…
‘… looks-like Benedict-and-Fr Reynold had covered-up the-story-well… afraid that Peter would say of Abuse-Of-a Minor… as Anton-Clay was the one who Grabbed the-devil ‘when’ he was verbally-threatening Lola-&-Fr Reynolds in-Tagalog…
‘… hoping that the-Church would Shut-up… and Look the Other-way… and LET ME ‘Handle’ the-Devil in my-Own terms…
‘… For I’m His-Keeper…’
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He raced on his-wheelchair, with the extra-stamina which he gained by his ‘twice’ a-day, term break weight-loss exercise regime of heavy-bag punching, at his-Backyard.
The shaded outdoor corridor path of the East-wing wasn’t crowded ~ where students tend to ‘come’ late on the First-day of school-break…
… but ‘not’ Paul… who was 10-minutes early – as he raced along to corridor-end where the notice-board was. He wanted to look at the Mid-Term’s exam scores… with curiosity of ‘WHAT’ HIS position was academically-in his B-class…
… but-instead, his eyes caught the exam-results of the A-Class – with Alicia-&-Jane taking the Top-spots. His jaw dropped and couldn’t Believe his-eyes when he spotted that his-Devil-twin was #5 in the-midterms, of the-class-Of-20 students…
‘WOW! How is that possible? He was somewhere in 15th on the First-term, while I was 9th when I ‘was’ still in A-Class…’
Paul remembered Alicia-Of-the OTHER-PERTH realm, ‘Who’ was a supportive friend in ‘his’ study-group trio-with Jane… where they Both ‘promised’ Paul that he would be-Coached to the Top-5 in their-class – but the-Devil had ‘Beaten’ him to the 5th spot in the-realm-Of-His Good-Luck-POST-TREETON…
He sighed in-disappointment…
‘… wow… Peter is ‘Smarter’ than me now… for the First-time he Beat-me in examinations…’
… he contributed the-Devil’s success academically was because he ‘Owned’ a device … ‘Gifted’ by Kimura-Star – a Personal-AI, which he called Pete2.0… that Coached him-in-studies…
‘… that’s ‘not’ fair…’
His reverie went on the Day-of-the midterm examination – where the-school had converted the basketball court in the gym TO BE the exam-hall for the A-&-B Class… to be combined during the-Exams…
… the-Devil turned-up on that day, to his desk among the-40 examinees in the Exam-hall – wearing a-dorky Spectacles to ‘Show-Off’ looking-Intellectual. He wore it on the-3-days of the examinations… and that Dorky-glasses ‘Student-Act’ came-off the last-day… where subsequently He-wore a sleek Dark-shades when he ‘next’ went into his-Tennis ‘Cyborg-Act’ in a-tight fitting Red-uniform…
Paul shook his head thinking of the unfair-advantages the-Devil was having-and-enjoying ‘over-him’ in their-split Gemini’s Opposite-constructs as-Twins…
… he sighed…
The disabled-teen looked above at the bulletin-board… his B-Class Result-paper was pinned-up above-from his wheelchair-height peripherals – he rolled-back to see his-Own-results… and his Heart ‘sank’…
… he was #12 in the B-class-Of-20 students for the Mid-Term ~ Compared to his First-Term @A-Class, where he was #9…
… he felt-guilty for giving-Up his-interest in studies when he was ‘kicked-Into’ B-Class – where he daydreamed in class and didn’t do his homework when home-alone, where instead he played videogames for the ‘next’ 2-months…
… it was until a flood hit the Walker-House garage… where he saved his-late father’s books from being-destroyed, was where he ‘understood’ the importance-Of-Education – but it ‘was’ too-late for him-in-POST-TREETON realm, where it was ‘next’ examination-week… and no-amount of midnight-oil hours he ‘did’ cramped in the Last-days wasn’t ‘good-Enough’…
… and Peter ‘beat him’…
In his-mind he ‘Saw’ Caroline praising the-Bragging devil-Of-the A-Class – while dissing-Paul for doing poorly in-B-Class… cos’…
… his-mom and Principal Harris ‘expected’ him to-be the Top-3 in his ‘New’ class… ‘not’ #12th…
‘… it’s my-Fault that I did ‘not’ study ~ and, Fair-enough – Peter Overtook-me…’
Disappointed, he wheelchaired away from the noticeboard … to take his-humiliation to his-classroom…
‘… the-Devil is always in his-Good Luck-streak…’
GOOD LUCK it was…
… unbeknownst to Paul – Peter Had-used the Dorky-spectacles which ‘had’ a 2-way Bluetooth communicator… to Cheat in the Exam-hall…
… while in Anson-Court, the distance-calculating AI sleek-Darkglasses which he ‘wore’ TO WIN his matches… was ‘Modified’ from blind-Maggi-Wong’s stolen Kimura-Star’s GPS-calculating darkglasses…
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Paul was at the-intersection of the East-wing corridor and the admin-offices… when he heard a familiar male-Adult voice…
… he stopped behind a huge-potted palm-Shrub THAT HID him from 2-voices that ‘were’ distinct ahead…
… it was Principal Harris who was ‘speaking’ in-distress voice with the SHS’ PTA headperson, They were talking ‘about’ Bella Beaulieu… Peter’s girlfriend ~ who occasionally got-into-Trouble in-school…
… while the-curious Paul wanted to eavesdrop the-Adults’ conversation of ‘what’ Bella had-done… but the teen was ‘aware-of’ something ‘noisy’ approaching behind-him. He cranked his-neck at the drawing-near of squeaky-wheels from a utility-cart pushed by the-janitor, Mr Quigley …
… Paul could ‘not’ hide any-longer… and he came-out in the open and ‘pretended’ TO-BE on his way to the elevator in the-foyer, to go to the 2nd-Floor. The-flushed, Tom-Harris was surprised of his girlfriend’s Other’ twin-son’s presence, who was-arriving nearby. They both tacitly-nodded to-one-another when Paul passed-him… while the woman was saying to Harris that Bella’s Guardian-Uncle was in America for Medical treatment…
The crippled-teen was no-longer ‘interested’ in-the adults’ conversation… as he had-his ‘Own’ problems like dealing with his-Mom ‘finding-Out’ of his-poor grades…
… of ‘What’ excuses he would Give her later, in-the-evening…
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THE SCHOOL-UNIFORMED teen with a Black-metallic-arm was biking in-full speed. He felt-at was-on top-Of-the world… ‘not’ THAT-OF school was-Open – but of his-Of-his ‘achievements’ in the-Cyborg-Tennis-Rockstar fame… where he had-chalked 2 more-Wins last-Friday@Anson-Courts…
He had 5 amateur-wins so-far – and, was hungry-FOR-MORE ‘scalps’ under his-belt…
His iPhone vibrated in his-pants pocket – Peter ‘knew’ it was Bella…
… but he ‘was’ ignoring her for the past-5-days… to focus on-his First-priority which-was his Tennis-career journey-To-fame and-glory...
… ‘fearing’ that his ‘controlling’ girlfriend Might ‘jinx’ it…
… in that past-5-Days, Frenchie had in a total called-and-texted him 89-times… but he didn’t respond. The last he saw her was at the Perth-Hospital visitation… where learned that her-uncle-Jared would-soon fly in a private-jet to America for his skin-burns treatment and-plastic-surgery…
… with her-uncle-Away, Peter ‘knew’ Bella would extend her-invitation for him to ‘come-over’ for casual-sex’ with-Her – but the teen doesn’t ‘like’ her-Anymore… and, furthermore, he doesn’t want to have-sex in the-Wilford mansion, ‘behind’ her-uncle’s back when-he’s-Away… now that would ‘jinx’ the Walker-House’s deed under his-Name, which was ~ Bella’s ‘control’ Over-Him…
He would rather-stay busy making post-match interviews with Mimi Lee and her-video production crew in his YouTube Channel that garnered 5000+ worldwide subscribers daily …
… the-One Known-as the-moniker Thunderbolt-Peter had Called out the district-school Champ, Mark Spencer numerous-time… but got no-Response from the-UK expatriate ‘coward’…
The frustrated Peter Had-Decided…
… ‘not’ compete with ‘Small-boys’ league, but step-up to challenge the semi-professionals, professionals, or even any Ex-internationals – cos’ the #1-ranked Stamford High-School player, Douglas Zimmerman – WAS COACHED-by by an ex-international, who worked in The John-Blake Country-Club…
He was confrontational in-his arrogance on-Camera… with his intimidating Darkglasses…
“If the-coward Student ‘Refuses’ to fight Me – at least His-Coach should have the-B***s to step-Up to Prove that – He’s ‘not’ an-incompetent Fool by teaching a group-Of-mediocre Losers!”
Thunderbolt-Pete called-Out the Coach-of-John Blake Country-club, Steve Connery… like a Kung-Fu movie villain – who came-&-wanted to have a ‘Face-off’ with the Dojo’s Sifu-Master… in front of His-students…
… to humiliate-Them, when they See-their Master-fall…
Peter had encountered Steve-Connery before in the OTHER-PERTH… in the televised Mayor’s Charity Cup-event held in the country-Club’s tennis-court where a 1000+ citizens-Of-Perth who came to – Support his mixed-doubles Tennis partner, Jane, whom he ‘Coached’ as – a-Blind-girl, who Played-tennis with the use-Of-her AI…
… in that-Event, Steve-Connery partnered with his-wife, Kim Bixby in-the court…
… Peter was ‘then’ a one-armed Tennis player, who relied on Janey’s technology to win – but Steve-Connery ‘bullied’ him as-a-handicap… and got ‘points’ in-the-game…where the-Connerys subsequently ‘beat’ the Perth’s Famous-Couple in-straight sets…
… and, they ‘Later’ had a-galore gala-dinner with a prize-giving ceremony…
… but the humiliated-Peter in the-televised-charity match, did ‘not’ attend that-Evening…
… but-Now, in POST-TREETON…
… he’s finally getting His-Grudge match as the Cyborg-Thunderbolt-Pete – where he would gala-buffet dinner ‘finally’ by-Defeating an Ex-International – who-was TO-BE ‘added’ into his Amateur Career-record-Sheet…
… SO-TO-amplify a-worldwide Warning – that he was ‘Not’ in a-Schoolboys’ league Any-More…
… but had risen into the professional-Ranks…
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UNCLE CHIN DROVE AND ‘SAFELY’ delivering the-3-girls on-the-doorstep of SHS, on their-First Day-of school. Alicia was excited about wanting to see Her-midterm results on the notice-board… and walked ahead…
… following behind her, was her-twin, Maggi who held Jane’s right-arm… and her-other hand held her walking-cane…
Maggi had lost her-AI SIMY in Albert-Wang’s Failed-Blood-sacrifice ritual-Abduction – and, now ‘relied’ on Jane to-navigate her. When they walked in the Eastwing outdoor-corridor… they were noticed by-Other students ~ particularly-on Maggi… where TV-news reported during midterm-beak of Her horrifying-abduction by a human-trafficking syndicate during Wesak-Day…
The gossiping-whisperers noticed that Maggi wasn’t wearing the similar Dark-eyeglasses like-Jane… but a common-sunnies… that ‘hid’ her healing-blackeye bruise…
… some sympathised with Maggi ‘losing’ her-GPS tech – some were glad, that she was ‘safe,’ when TV-reports said that the abductors ‘abandoned’ Maggi, to get-away from the-police – while the-racist-haters made jokes that the bumbling-fools-Of-human-traffickers had ‘failed’ to-send Maggi-Back to-Her-dirty 3rd-world Corrupted-country, Malaysia…
The 2-blind-girls ignored their whispers-and-chuckles they ‘heard-along’ ~ while they both had engaged-in their Own-conversation… when-Jane whispered to her-of a Weird-dream… that she was-Full-Pregnant, and she went to Africa in-Her-Dreamworld…
… where she MET HER-Baby-brother, Samuel’s ‘variant,’ ~ as her-teenager sibling, Jaheem in his hut in Kenya…. Who help-birthed the-baby…
Maggi lowered her-hand, and held Jane’s wrist… feeling her-pulse…
“… but you’re still-preggo, right…?” whispered the intuitive Chinese-girl…
“Hehehe… I Know… I had morning-sickness just-now…” Jane chuckled as she placed her-hand on her-tummy, and sensed the-Womb was-sentient at-the-moment…
Then, a sudden loud Singing-ringtone of Japanese-anime melody erupted – both the visually-impaired girls were startled… while the rest of the students were annoyed at Alicia…
Jane cautioned…
“Shushh-Ali… put Your-phone on vibration-mode when in-School…”
A passing boy in a group ‘repeated’…
“… Yes, Vibration mode…’not’ vibrating-Mode…” And-all the boys laughed to the-crude joke…
`The embarrassed-Alicia ‘silenced’ her-ringtone… before answering the-Call…
… Jane-&-Maggi heard her-lovey-dowdy voice… and suspected it was-Ken Chan…
“You-guys come-Over to the noticeboard… I go-First, KC is there – got to see him before the-Bell…” Alicia said and hurried-away…
… both of the blind-girls sighed that the ‘Leader’ of-their Fellowship Soul-sisters Group that they formed… was ‘splitting-Up-deep’ – when Alicia had-fallen deeply in love… with the Enemy of Maggi-&-Jane…
They-both decided ‘not’ TO-GO to the noticeboard – and headed to the main-foyer to proceed to their-classroom ON THE-2nd-floor…
… while walking, Maggi talked about the-SHS’ annual Halloween Dance-Party 2-weeks from-now… where Alicia Was-Excited to go-with ‘That-fellow’… and at home-she’s busy making her-costume of an-anime character to enter the Cosplay competition…
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… Jane remembered the-Halloween-night she attended in-the-OTHER-PERTH, held @the-school basketball court ~ dressed as a-Man… of the alter-ego of the-superhero Daredevil, the Blind-lawyer, Matt Murdock…
The bell rang – and they went to-class.
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EARLIER, PETER WENT TO the-bulletin board, and saw that he had attained the #5-spot in the A-Class – and, he was ‘not’ satisfied as he wanted to be the-Top-3…
… he blamed it on the China-made dorky-spectacles that had ‘poor’ Bluetooth reception in the examination-hall… and furthermore, ‘the-Whisperer’ even-though was a local-Chinese but at-times, Peter couldn’t understand his-English accent when he ‘whispered’ the-test answers through the ‘secret’ earplug-microphone…
He sent his-gripes to KC via-text in-WhatsApp ~ and complained ‘why’ he wasn’t in the Top-3 spot… citing-that, it should have ‘been’ an-English proficient Speaker as the-Whisperer… that made him a mere-#5…
In the Seniors Classroom, KC who didn’t have Time-to-Text long-explanatory replies – and Sent-back a voice-Recording…
“Hey-Peter, don’t be Obsessed with your Test-results… you Passed with flying-colours without studying at-all. The reason We-Cheat is cos’ we Want to have Homework-free-Time – I’m into My-Crypto Biz, and you into Your-Cyborg Rockstar Tennis training…
“… we Need our Timesaver… a Shortcut – and this is it… in the dorky-AI spy-Glasses in the-exam hall… it’s ‘not’ meant to-be perfect when we Cheat – What happens if the school was suspicious of you… who were in the Back-of-the Class, and-Now you’ve Sprung-Up Top-#3…!?
“… What-If… they ask you to Retake the entire-Midterm papers– Can you-be #5, hah…!?”
Peter realised the-Wisdom-Of-that Truth of his-Fellow Cheater – where he’d ‘Became’ #5 in the A-Class without-studying, despite having his Underutilised Pete2.0 – Kimura-Star’s Study-AI…
… he ‘too’ Replied-back with a Voice-Message…
“… I guess you’re Right, Mate… hey-KC… it’s been 2-Days, since I made that-Vid with Mimi-Lee… Calling-Out that mediocre-Ex-International, Coach Connery – and just like the-Coward-Brit, Mark Spencer ~ this County-club Quitter is a Scaredy-cat… who is ‘avoiding’ Me … What do I Do, Man…?”
Peter walked up the flight-Of-stairs in the-foyer to his-classroom – he then-received KC’s reply Voice-message… which was transmitted in his-earphones…
“Come-On-Pete ~ Chill! These Amateur-record-Building take-Time… now Take a step-back and enjoy the-Victory moment in your-Final school-term – Go-on and Market-Yourself as the-Rockstar that you ‘Became,’ and create a-solid Fanbase in-school… so that, they’ll come to-your Matches and Buzz-you later-in their Own-social-media outlets – ‘for’ Our-free Publicity…
“...you’re their Tennis-superhero, Thunderbolt-Pete – Make them Remember-that, hahaha!!”
The teenager gloated in ego-&-pride when – he Heard-KC praising him….
The school bell Rang… when he entered his classroom – Walking-Tall.
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But KC’s Marketing-Of-Gaining popularity would ‘not’ work in Peter’s A-Class – with the Majority-Of-classmates were his Enemies-and-Haters:
* Especially the Irish-Backbenchers… who ‘hated’ him since he was the-First among them @12-years-old – who ‘Dated-&-Sexed,’ the rich-and-popular Senior student, Bella. Ever-since the Rotto-Island SHS’ Family-Day trip – their-Leader, the-jealous Terry Donovan had been ‘saying-s*** behind his-back, and the Irish-boys were in-His-side
* “Not’ Zoey Williams, the Girls’ Tennis Singles Champ-Of-SHS… who wouldn’t look eye-to-eye with-Him cos’ he belittled her-Talent ~ even before he got his-Robotic-arm, where-When she trained in court… the one-Armed-boy used to Taunt her in-the-side line cos’ he was ‘jealous’ of her-achievement that she was the Girls’ champion of the school-district ‘Twice’… where- else, Peter Only-Once, before losing his-arm in a road-accident, the-next-year
* Certainly ‘not’ the Wong-Twins… they were Jane’s Minions who ‘believed’ any-s*** which their-Bestie said-about Him
* His Ex-Jane, Too-wasn’t in-speaking-terms with him ever-since The Cursed-Trio ‘landed’ in the-realm of POST-TREETON – where he gave-Her threatening nightmares out-of-jealousy That Paul was dating his-Janey
* And, the-Others too who were a mixed-crowd haters who doesn’t associate with-Him cos’ he was arrogant-And-abusive to-Them
In the next-2 of his class-periods, Peter was Bored with studies as his mind was thinking of his Cyborg shortcuts Plan-B-strategies in-case, the Ex-international, Steve-Connery refused to accept the-Call-out…
… he Was-disappointed that his-Plan-A wasn’t materialising… as-he Really-needed Connery’s ‘scalp’ to ‘level-Up’ his Tennis-Rockstar ranking from amateur-to-Pro…
… then, Negative-suspicions thoughts loomed-in his mind – that the-Coward-culprit Douglas-Zimmerman had s***-mouthed to Connery, his Country-club coach – to Refuse ‘playing’ him cos’ he had an-Advantage of a Robotic-arm…
The more he began to-brood… the more he glowed in Red in the-classroom…
… where only his-Curses-trio Counterpart ‘felt’ his negative-Energy… that her-Ex’s Aura was radiating-Out like-sledge sewer. Jane began to ‘sweat’ in the air-conditioned classroom… forcing her to remove her-blazer and – she couldn’t concentrate on what the teacher was teaching…
In-spite, Jane too countered-Him… by glowing Golden-yellow. When her-3rd-Eye was powered-Up … she turned her-head and shot a stealth-aura-force towards her-Ex…
… Peter who thinking-Of-Murdering Dougie… and devising an-Escape-route by ‘generating’ chaos, just-like the First-Day of school of cellphone-Explosions in the-OTHER-PERTH…
… the aura-blast-Of-Jane ‘stuck’ the unaware-Peter Hard… where the-Negative thoughts were exploded in-smithereens ‘inside’ His-mind ~ it was ‘like’ a hard-slap-On his-Forehead… that ‘made’ Peter’s head-jolt-Back…
Peter’s head was spinning as he Saw Jane glowing-in-yellow… as she went-Back listening to the-Teacher…
‘… huh? … ‘did’ she attack-me…!?”
… but it was a-Good-feel attack that drained-his criminal-thought-Away ~ filling with Positive-manipulation Energy that ‘Gave’ him a calming-high feeling…
He looked at his-Former desk ‘behind’ Jane ~ occupied by the-new student, Maggi-Wong. She was putting eyedrops in-Her Unseeing-Eyes, where she ‘had’ removed her-Darkglasses. He noticed Maggi ‘had’ a-blackeye sustained from the-abduction…
It brought-back ‘Good-memories’ of the-OTHER-PERTH when dating, where Peter-&-Jane had their Blackeyes-too – when Hajji punched them Both-on Separate-occasions…
His reveries ‘poofed’ when the-Bell rang… and, 3rd period of History-lesson was over, the-lonely Peter felt miserable-and-helpless once-Again. But he didn’t want to indulge into the-Past Feel-Good memories of his-Ex…
He got-up and left the classroom to use the-Boys-room…Terry, the-Leader-Of-the Backbenchers badmouthed that Peter was #5 in class was cos’ of his ‘Cheating’ AI device… where it gave him the-added Advantages academically ~ just-like his Robotic-arm ‘Does,’ in his-Growing popularity in-Perth via his YouTube Challenges…
Outside, He headed to the-Boys’ Room that was @the-Ground-foor… he ran-down the foyer staircase, that brought-back Dark-memories of the-OTHER-PERTH à where he-sneaked-and-Sparta-kicked Douglas-Zimmerman… when he wanted to Steal-his-Janey TO-BE his Tennis-Mixed-doubles partner…
… but Paul ‘Saved’ him…
… once-Again his vengeance-Reveries ‘poofed’ when he heard a loud PA announcement, voiced by the Vice-Principal, Mrs Ann Burnell… informing that all-Of-the Senior Female students to ‘assemble’ in the Gym after Recess-break – for-Health-screening…
… Peter wasn’t ‘not’ bothered by-the Message… which Doesn’t Concerned-Him.
-O-
But Paul was bother when he ‘heard’ the-PA announcement… especially when-the Class-clown of the-B Class, Jorge ‘Churros’ McFly did a-crude joke…
“HaHaHa… it’s like-Santa’s X’Mas – they are Going to find-out which-Of-you Girls had ‘been’ Good-Or-Bad During the-Term-break…”
The crippled-boyfriend was worried that Jane Was-preggo – where she would Under-Go the Screening-Test later…
… it was a Waiting-Game for Paul with another one more-period to Recess…
… even-though He can’t sit with her in the-Canteen – but he wanted look at Her-Glow … whether she was luminosity bright-Positive-yellow OR dull-Negative-amber…
… meanwhile, Paul Stayed-Calm ~ and practice his-TM Meditation and Breathing-techniques.
-O-
Peter stepped-out the Boys’ Room to-go back-to class. He chanced-upon Bella coming-down the foyer-stairs – he was Cornered by his-girlfriend when she-Saw him, then running down-the-stairs to-Confront-him…
… Peter sighed and took-his first courage-step to deal-with-her… as he walked to the-foot-of the stairs, saying-out…
“… can’t talk-now, Frenchie… I got Math-class – see you-later in the-Canteen…”
… instead, the annoyed-girl tugged his shirt… holding his-right-sleeves in tight-grip hurting him with her-long nails ~ that made a knee-jerk reaction of self-defence, to punch-Her i-the-Face with-His-Smasher Robotic-Leftie – like he-Did with Warden Anton-Clay…
… but he DIDN’T… instead in an-involuntary Position – hearing-Of-her hissing-tone…
“Why didn’t you pick-up your phone in the-Term-break… I have been desperately wanting to-Contact you!”
He replied...
“Hey! I’ve been-Busy with my-Cyborg business – I can’t-be entertaining your-sexual invitation, now that your-uncle is away in-the-States…”
The 14-year-old teen went ballistics…
“F***-YOU! I didn’t Call-you to f*** – I bloody called-You cos’ for the 3rd-month I didn’t have my-Monthly period… I can’t go-to the doctor’s back-then cos’ it was exam-Week… and the following Week during our-Break, I was Okay but in the next-week I felt nausea…”
Peter couldn’t put-up with her-ranting… and was pushing her grip on his-sleeves…
“Hey! I got Math-class – stop wasting-My-time clamming about your ‘in-between-Your-legs’ Girlie-problems – Didn’t I had ‘Told’ you the Other-time that, Frenchie-that ~ ‘I’m ‘Not’ a-Doctor?’ – Go-to that old-man family-Doctor of yours… and Tell-him of your-vagina’s Constipation-problems…!”
“I can’t go to Dr Ferguson! Yes, you ‘told’ me the Last-time to GO-TO Some-Private clinic elsewhere…”
“Well-then – what are-You bugging-me here for…?”
She was ranting…
“… yea, I-then Googled-up to a-nearby clinic and I-went à and it-so happened… my-Bad-Luck I chose-the wrong-One…”
‘… huh… what bloody-Bad Luck ‘Clinic’ is-the B**** talking-About…?’
“… another Bad-Luck-s*** was when the doctor told-Me that I’m 14-weeks pregnant…”
“You’re ~ What…!!?”
… shocked and couldn’t finish the-Sentence… he-was-speechless… as his-Mind vertigo-ed to the voice-Of-Bella stating their-relationship’s Timeline…
“Yes, Peter-dear – remember 3-months ago, in my-motel room where We-f***ed during Our-Hateful-8 spree… that-was When I ‘suspected’ that I’ve-Conceived – cos’ the Next-month I didn’t get-My-period…”
The 14-year-old girl saw Peter still in a state-Of-shock with his mouth-&-eyes gapped-open… she continued saying…
“…. That was why I’ve Been Calling you for the-past 5-days to Tell-You ‘this’…but you’ve been Avoiding-Me!!”
“… wh-what happened-Then…?” Peter asked…
“The doctor told me To-Get an-abortion… and ‘arranged’ for-An-appointment…”
Peter was relived as he pitched-In-an excited tone to-reply…
“Excellent-advice ~ Good-choice! Frenchie, ‘listen’ to the Good-doctor à Get the-Abortion, and be-Done with it, yea…”
Bella Nodded… Peter was glad that he-and-Bella ‘Met’ eye-to-eye in ‘solving’ the-Problem, where tacitly they-Both ‘knew’ that it-was for-the Best…
“Hey! Did you say Who the father-Was, or-did-You…!?”
“No, I did ‘not’ ~ you’re Safe, Peter…”
… it was a 2nd lightning-in-a Bottle-moments of Good-Lucks… that ‘good-sport’ Bella too hadn’t Rat-him-Out…
Peter sighed-In-relief…
“Good! I don’t want any Bad-Publicity image for my-pristine Cyborg Rockstar reputation – I don’t Want to-be labelled-around like my-Fat twin, who’s Perth’s Tarzan with a-Sex Video-Leak repute under his-diaper Loin-cloth belt, hahaha!
… he laughed and wanted to-Run up the stairs…
“Hooroo… see you-In-Canteen later…’
… but Bella tugged his-Right Arm-Again…
“WAIT! I’m ‘not’ finished talking-Yet…!”
“What-else, Frenchie? Don’t say another one more-Of-your Bad Lucks! You’re jinxing-Me!” Peter cringed…
“YES! I made-A-huge Mistake that-day when I filled-Up the Clinic-form – I ‘mistakenly’ gave the-School’s Name… and the doctor who so-happened to ‘examine’ me Was-Jane’s mother – and, she was ‘shocked’…”
The boy Once-again was in-panic ‘state,’ when he ‘heard’ his-Ex’s Name-mentioned… he-protested in-spite…
“You dumb-C***! Of-All of the-million clinics-In-Perth you googled, You Chose-the-One where Jane’s mom worked…!!?”
“How Would-I ‘know’ she was Blind-school’s mother…? I ‘Saw’ Mercy-Clinic, and I ‘went’ There…”
“It’s Mercy-&-Wilson Clinic, you stupid-t***! You’re Enemies with-Jane… but you Don’t-even ‘know’ her-Last name? How dumb-Is-that… anyone in kindergarten-Level Would-Had Guessed-It ‘coming,’ but ‘not’ you – you Chose-to-Run into your-Bad Luck!!?” Peter was tearing-her down…
“Yes, You-F***er! Bad-Luck ‘indeed’ had followed-Us today – her-Mother had ‘Called’ the school’s PTA this-Morning… and they’re having the-Health screening ‘later’ for-All girls…”
“But-Frenchie, you Said-that you didn’t-Rat me as the-Father… and-If’s money for the-abortion – I got-5K in my-Savings… I’ll Give-it to you so-long you don’t Drag-me into this, Okay!!?” Peter pleaded…
“You A**-Hole! Do you think I ‘Need’ your-Money for my-Wellbeing…!?”
“…oh-Yes – I ‘forgot’… You’re the filthy-Rich-girl, who ‘dictates-Me’…”
They heard the-sound of squeaking wheels nearby, and turned their heads to the-janitor pushing his-cleaning cart…
“Oii! What you-2 shouting-about!? Go-back to Your-classes… or-I’ll ‘report’ you-Both to Principal-Harris!”
Peter saw the ‘opportunity’ to-Escape…
“Yes, Mr Quigley – I’m outta-Here…” The robotic-armed, Peter said and ran-up the Stairs…
… his-annoyed girlfriend saw him-flee… and, had the-Last say…
“Run-away, you-irresponsible and-selfish ‘coward’ – always Find-ways, lies-And-excuses to Save your-Ass ‘from’ your-Wrongdoings!!” Bella shouted from the foot-of the-foyer stairs…
“Oii-Missy! Clam-up, and stop with the-brouhaha … there Classes in-progress ‘Now’…”
The angry 14-year-old stormed to the Girls room – slamming the-Door-hard.
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HIS MIND HAD ‘GONE’ OVERDRIVE that that he could ‘not’ concentrate on his-History lesson in front-Of-him… ever-since the PA Announcement for the-Health screening for-The-Senior girls. It was a-long wait for Paul to hear the Recess-bell at that-Moment…
… the only History-Lessons to be-Learned – were his Flashbacks-of-Jane’s Immaculate Conception…
… Consummated in the Garden-Of-Eden – where the-seraphine, Kerubiel had Tricked-him with an Enchanted Apple, where he gave his-girlfriend TO-EAT… and just-like ‘That’ – the 12-year-old was ‘Preggo’ cos’ of-his ‘Stupidity’ – of Trusting entities, in his OBE into the Dreamworld…
He had-carried that ‘Guilt’ for 2-Months… and even-though Jane Had-Forgiven him for the-Mistake, but he ‘still’ couldn’t let-Go of the blameworthy, and felt that he was solely accountable… and ‘would’ Go the-depth to sell-His-soul ‘for’ a Replay-Of-the-Moment in-the-Garden, of ‘not’ Accepting-the-Apple offered by-the-late Kerubiel…
The Bell-Rang – and he realised that 40-minutes had-Passed … and his mind was-tired from thumping himself-down in his shamefaced-memory lane of guilt-ridden flashbacks…
… he was the first-few of the classmates to leave the B-Class for their 30-minutes Canteen-break. Paul left early to avoid his wheelchair getting in the way of the stream-Of-Students going for-Recess…
… he made his-way to the handicap-Elevator in the 2nd-Floor – while waiting for-the-lift… he people-watched at the horde-Of-hungry students going down the flight of stairs to the-Ground-Floor. He wanted to catch Jane among the-crowd…
… but he didn’t ‘See’ her – but he Saw Alicia alighting with her-boyfriend, Ken-Chan…
He cursed as he Waited for the-Elevator – where everyday he Wasted half-Of-his 30-minutes Recess-time, either waiting-Or-travelling in the snail-paced vertical-moving car… leaving him only a rushed 10-minutes to eat… and, then-rush back to the-Slow moving elevator – to take him Back-to the 2nd-Floor to B-Class…
The elevator ‘dinged’ – and the door-opened. He wheelchaired-in and the door closed. He sighed to-the-fact as, it took roughly 2-minutes for aging-car TO GO 2-Floors down to the Ground-level…
… in-the ‘Wait’…
… he finally-realised he was the-Only-one in-SHS who used the-Elevator… even ‘both’ the visually-impaired Jane-&-Maggi would ‘Not’ use-it and opted the Stairs… leaving-him No-Choice to-be the sole-user – cos’ he was a quadriplegic-On-wheelchair…
Finally, it dinged-again… his wheelchair jolted slightly-as it ‘descended’ @the-Ground-level… which ‘Reminded’ of the orange-portal, The-Pentateuch of the Time-traveller – that-Paul rode on where, it-Too jerked when it-Landed…
The door slide-open – Paul saw the-Horde have gone to the-Canteen, buying the-Best-food… and leaving Leftovers for-him in the-canteen – he scoffed that his-Fave-meals were sold-out by-the-time he got there… Cos’ of the ‘slow’ Koala-paced SHS’ old-elevator…
Paul was mentally-tired when he decided wheel-off… and he saw some uniformed students were going in-&-out of the washrooms in the Ground floor. The wheelchair was half-Way-out of the-elevator when he saw 2-People who weren’t in their-green Uniform – Paul recognised’ One-of-the women…
… an instant kneejerk was felt by the disabled-teen that hit-him like-Spidey sense-Of-danger. He-then backed into the-Car when the 2 women were close… he didn’t want that particular-Woman to-See him…
They passed several foot-trafficking students coming-out from the washroom – and were a few-Steps away from the Open-door of the elevator For-the-Person to see-Him… and ‘Expose’ him…
… then a-Divine Intervention happed to-Paul when the Doors-closed that Hid-him from the Firestarter, Ira-Collins…
‘… damn, that was ‘Close’ – ‘Thank-you,’ Slow-assed, Mr Elevator… now I ‘hate’ You less…’
The elevator went-dark in Energy-saving mode… in the-gloom, Paul sat in the stuffy-metal boxcar as he waited-out a-minute to process his thoughts…
… he ‘just’ saw Ira-Collins and a PTA-member walking to the direction of the Westwing. The last he saw that woman was during the-Midterms in the Principal’s office regarding the Tarzan Sex-tape scandal… where her FB-buddy, Shelley-Wilson disparaged-and-belittled Tom-Harris ‘disrespectfully’ in front both his-Student, Paul-and-Jane – accusing the principal-Of-running his-School like PornHub…
… sat-on-a bench behind, Ira-Collins was smirking when her-Buddy Was-Insulting Principal Harris…
‘Ira-Colling was heading-To-the Westwing, where the Gym-was – so, Shelley-Wilson is there too… where the Medical-Screening Would-Be Held after the-Recess bell goes-Out Later…’
Paul wanted-to Warn Jane in the-Canteen that her doctor-mother was in SHS – but it was an-Impossible task as he was ‘banned’ to-be in-close-proximity by-the school, to be nearby to Jane…
… negative-defeat thoughts like shovel-scoops ‘filled’ His-mind – that it Was the-end-Of-the line in the Endgame… where Jane ‘Was’ Tested-and-Found to be-pregnant…
IN THE SETBACK, the-hesitant Paul moved-in Slow-mo-pace to the-Canteen – while saying prayers to St Joseph…
… who-then ‘Protected’ the 14-year-old Virgin, Mary of the Abrahamic’s Immaculate-Conception – similarly, Paul wanted to step-Up to ‘protect’ the 12-year-old Virgin-Jane of Venus’ Setup-machination in-the Venusian-Trinity’s Immaculate-Conception…
… with-His Newfound ‘Purpose,’ the 13-year-old was Calm-and-less afraid of the-Consequences of the Bad-Luck to follow – ‘when’ his Own-reputation ‘Preceded’ him, from his Tarzan sex-tape reputation…
‘… So, I’m the Targeted-suspect TO-BE the Baby-Daddy in-POST-TREETON…’
Paul sighed-deep…
‘… here-It-comes… Monday-bloody-Monday… just ‘sit-back’ and Enjoy-my-Problems that I cannot-Control… anyways, Am I ‘not’ a-Dead soul in-the Treeton fieldtrip tragedy? – Now, quoting-Back the-Time-Traveller, John See Said…
‘… a-Soul Who-is trapped in an End-Times Apocalyptic videogame called ‘Perth’s Accidental Superheroes’ – where I’m put into this VR-game of my-Life… Designed-by the-architectural Watchers-Council of-the-Universe…
‘… in the-Honourable role-Of-Perth’s Guardian-Supe-Angel…
‘… so, I got nothing to WIN-OR-LOSE in POST-TREETON – and-I’ll ‘just’ be a Good-Soldier and Participate and Follow the-Script of the End-Times…’
Paul sighed-again…
‘… ‘not-Knowing’ too – whether if-I ‘would-Attain’ Salvation-Or-Damnination…
‘… ‘When’ it was GAME-OVER…’
-O-
At the door of the-Canteen, Paul lost nerve of the-noisy mess-hall of 400+ students eating, interacting and laughing. Paul took a couple of deep-breath to calm himself… before joining the-Short-Q to order his food. His stomach-growled as he came closer…
… his mind was thinking of Jane when he routinely ordered meatball-pasta and a pack of chocolate-drink. He wheelchaired into the corner-Of-mess-hall to his assigned table, isolated away-From the rest of the 400+ students – the senior Philip Bassinger, the monitor-Handler was in a nearby-table with his classmates…
Their eyes-Met… Paul nodded in-acknowledgement that he was-Present to eat-Alone, Away-from Jane-Wilson. His wheelchair approached closer to his-SHS’ designated table-Of-punishment, with tray of food on his-lap…
From the corner-Of-his eye… Paul spotted the Red-and-yellow glows Sitting in-separate locations:
* 10-metres away, PETER sat with the Senior-students who were into-Taekwondo… where he saw KC in the-table… but ‘not’ Bella
* 30-metres away, JANE sat with the-Wong sisters in the-opposite far-Right-corner of the canteen
Paul-then ‘gauged’ his-girlfriend’s emotion-vitals – she was Glowing in-regular bright-yellow ~ which meant that she was-Calm… ‘Meaning-that,’ Jane was ‘Not’ aware that her doctor-mother ‘Was’ in SHS’ Gym…
The helpless-boyfriend frowned that as-Gemini-Blue he had limited-powers – where in-the Real-world, he-was a supe without the power-Of-telepathy – or-Else, he could ‘Warn’ Her-now of the-Danger of walking into the-Trap SET-BY Shelley-Wilson and Ira Collins…
He finally reached the table in Left-corner in-the-Canteen – and put his-tray-down to-eat, but he had-no appetite… his mind was on-overdrive of ‘figuring-ways’ of ‘Warning Jane’…
… Paul realised that he was sweating – he looked-up to see the ceiling fan above him was-off. He mentally cursed at…
… the miserly-management of-the 200-year-old school which had a Canteen Hall, that hasn’t been renovated for past 50-years – so, it Wasn’t with-modern air-conditional facilities like in the rest-Of-the building… the old-structure’s resources ‘still’ used a dozen-high-ceiling timeworn archaic 5-bladed fans for air-circulation in-the-mess hall…
The monitor-Philip saw Paul leaving his tray on his ‘designated’ table… and went to the end-Of-wall to switch-On the fan. The switch-board was 5-metres away from his-table, Paul wheelchaired-Over ~ he then…
… Had-a-ruse to Create diversion of a-Blackout…
‘… well, I can’t-Telepath-mentally – but I-Sure can-physically Electrocuted the circuit…’
… so, he ‘Did-it’ – with his-discharge of his electro-energy from his finger-tips… that the Canteen-then fell into total-Darkness, with 400+ voices gasping and murmuring at their-tables in-the-dark…
He ‘knew’ that the-Back-up generator would kick-in Soon… so he speedily-acted in the open-Window-Of-opportunity, where Paul Flew-Over to the yellow-glow…
Paul Soared ‘below’ the slow-moving fan-blades which-were powered-off… hearing below in the-tables of boys practicing the Halloween-shrieks and-maniacal laughter… freaking-Out the ‘some’ girls who screamed… everyone was having a good-time in-the-dark with their-response-Of-nervous-laughter while eating…
… in-flight over their heads, Paul heard a-Senior student ‘mentioning’ a particular Name during-Halloween – which it became synonymous-Of-Stamford-High School’s ‘own’ Personal-Ghost story…
“Gene-Norman Is-Standing ‘Behind’ You, Muah-Hahaha!!!”
… it got ‘More’ screams-and-laughter…
… Gene-Norman was 15-and an-obese student back-in 1979… Who-was the-Only STUDENT ‘DIED’ in the SHS’ Canteen… when he choked on a meatball – ever-Since then-‘’’’Every student remembered the-deceased during Halloween… in-their Tall-Tales told-Of the wraith-Of-Norman who Stood-Behind – and ‘Choked’ the-Victim’s neck To-Death…
In-the-dark, like-a-gliding bat, Paul was reaching the yellow-Glow – He was glad that Alicia had stepped-away from the table… leaving behind the 2-visually impaired-girls at-the-table…
… just-like the wraith-Of-Norman he stood-levitating behind his pixie-haired girlfriend… and whispered in-her-ear…
“Jane, ss-Shush… it’s me – Come-follow Me…” Paul murmured-softly so-That Maggi wouldn’t Hear-him…
The startled, Jane turned to the Blue-glow, saying…
“… err… Pauly!? What’s wrong…!?”
“… shuushhh…!!” Paul was annoyed-by her Talking-loudly…
“… there Has been-A power-failure…” She-added…
“… Yea, I am the-One who caused-it…” He admitted…
In-the-dark, Paul heard Maggi-chuckling… and joined-in the-conversation…
“… hehehe ~ How-Romantic of ‘What’ he-Did for You… hey-Janey, hehehe, you Should Follow-Him…”
Jane took his-hand… and Paul led her away-from Maggi… the-Supe couple moved to the-corner in the-empty section of the-Canteen… away from the rest-Of-the 400+ gathered students…
The nervous-Paul gasped-breathless and said…
“… Jane…it’s the health-Screening in-the Gym…”
The girlfriend-finished his-sentence…
“… yea-Pauly, the-Melanoma Skin-Cancer screening –what-About it…?”
“Another Bull**** Cancer-ruse! Your-Uncle-Turner SAID-THAT C-Word and drew Our-blood months-ago, and we ‘never’ heard-Of-Him since, yea? If it’s a skin-Cancer screening – then Why-is Ira here…!?”
“… huh… Ira-Who…?” Blind-Jane was confused…
“Your mum’s Facebook ‘Bestie’!”
“Ira-Collins IS-HERE…!?” She exclaimed in-surprise…
“Yes, I Saw-her heading to the-Gym – which-means that Your-Mom is in-the-Building too!”
“OH-MY-DOG! It’s a Pregnancy-Test!!”
They both heard an-adult’s Voice – it was the Canteen’s Head-steward, Mr Sal Gherkins saying to the-400+ students…
“Everyone Stay-Calm… You-Boys! Stop scaring Each-Other with your Yankee-pagan Halloween ‘Pranks’ and Cause a Mass-hysteria. Girls Stay Calm… it’s just-a-Brownout – I had called Maintenance and they switch On-the Emergency back-up generator in a-moment or-so. Everyone Please stay-in your tables until the-Lights Come-On…”
Paul noticed that in most-Of-tables, students had switched-On their cellphone flashlights … and some were ‘fooling-Around’ like playing scary-Shadows-play on the ceiling, like the-German expressionist horror-Film, Nosferatu…
… he knew soon the House-Light would come-On once the backup Gen-set was Activated – that Would-then ‘blow’ his-Supe id Cover... Paul panicked and decided that-It Was ‘tine’ for him-to-Go …
… He turned to-Jane… and hugged-&-kissed his blind-girlfriend, and saying…
“Jane! I got-to-Go – whatever you decide in-the-Gym… I Respect-your-Decisions, yea – I Got-your Back 101%, my-Love…”
She replied…
“… okay…” She saw Paul’s Blue-light glow was-flying-away across the-Canteen…
The hurrying obese-teen was 15-metres in-the-air, flying below the-stationary high-ceiling Fan-blades. Paul then accidentally Crossed-path in the beams of the boy’s Shadow-Plays in-the-ceiling … about 50+ students in that section of the Canteen, thought they Saw an-Apparition…
… through the long-shadows of the ceiling-fans… they perceived that the obese-teen’s Crossing-the-light with his dangling-crippled legs… as a swaying-Tail of-a-dragon’s-like – Balerion, of the ‘House-Of-Dragons’.
They were Freaked-Out in-The-dark…
“It’s the Wraith-Of-Norman!!!” A terrified-voice shouted in the-50-Group, with the girls-and-boys shrieking their throats-Out In-fear…
Hearing-them shrilling, Paul went bumping in the dark, in panic when he hit his head on a stationary fan-blade… in pain, he went…
“OOWWW!!!”
“The Ghoul is HOWLING!!!” Another boy-shouted…
… that set-OFF 6 girls of-the-Group in a state-Of-hysteria and they screamed-Uncontrollably in-the-Dark – while at That-unexpected moment the Canteen’s 20-LED lights came-On, powered backup-Generator…
… Paul was 5-meters-Away from his-table – he chose to-crash, from ‘concealing’ his-Supe-ability-Of-flight… he landed Belly-down in the aisle behind Philip-Bassinger’s table… and laid-on the floor In-pain…
The rest-of the 400+ students were blinking-their eyes to the Bright-Light – ‘after’ 5-minutes of in-darkness from the-power ‘Failure’ – they heard-and-Saw the hysteric-girls screeching-wild, which Was-overwhelming… and, also-seeing Mr Gherkins and a couple of-the canteen’s cooks trying to Calm-down the girls’ hyperactive-behaviour…
On the-floor, Paul was still dazed-In-pain by his 3-metre fall after Knocking-his head on the ceiling-Fan… he looked-Up-above at the fans that were-Rotating after the power Came-on. He looked-at the screaming-girls were now-calmed by the-adults…
… he thought the-Hysteria was a-Good-Luck as Everyone’s attention was-On the girls… and they Never Saw-Him-fly. He then-Heard Philip-Basinger’s voice…
“LOOK-There!”
He looked-up from-the floor at the-Monitor pointing AT HIM and catching the attention-Of-the Senior-classmates. The 7-Boys came to-him and Philip questioned him, on the floor with his wheelchair 10 metres-away in the other-side of the-wall…
“… did you Crawl-over, Paul Walker…!?”
“… yea… I panicked in-the-dark – and, I Crawled…”
“Why? You Have a-wheelchair… why’ you-crawled…?” Philip-Bassinger was-baffled…
Paul couldn’t answer to Philip’s logic-question – he was-silent… and He-wanted to catch a glimpse of the yellow-Glow at the Other-extreme-Side of the canteen… but he couldn’t see-Jane with the tables blocking his-purview…
One-Of-the boys pushed the-wheelchair over – and, joked…
“He’s SHS’ Tarzan – he Can-swing… he can-roll… now he Can-crawl, hahaha!”
They laughed as they heaved-Up the 92-kilo Paul from the-floor to sit-On the wheelchair, with Fat-jokes thrown-in, as they huffed-and-puffed with the-overweight teen…
“This-Tarzan weighed-like a-Hippopotamus, hahaha…”
‘… correction, you-Fools… ‘Half-Of-it’ are-muscles like the-bulky Mexican-Boxer. Andy Ruiz Jr ~ I Lost-weight during-The-Break… I’ve been Training to get my 6-pack Abs…’
Paul was finally at his-Isolated table with a tray-Of-cold pasta. He settled-in and saw the horde of students-were leaving the canteen-after their-meal. He then-Saw a group of-Women entering the vicinity – they were staff of SHS together with some-Parent members-Of -the PTA…
… he saw that the-school counsellor, Ms Diane-King was the-Head leading-them as they were-Ushering the senior-Class girls To-the Gym for their-supposed Melanoma-Screening…
… he recalled the Good-and-Heroic variant-Of-Ms King from the-OTHER-PERTH – who had Knowledge-Of-Medieval Middle Eastern-Studies… and-she Mentored the ‘greenhorn’ Defender-Of-Perth when they-First discovered their Supe-abilities, after they were-structed by-the Cursed-lightning-Of-Asmodeus… and, That-Ms King even ‘Received’ the Mayor’s Bravery award…
… unlike-This Ms King variant of-POST-TREETON – who had been an-antagonistic-Villain since Day-1, since Paul-&-Jane ‘landed’ into-the liminal Bad-Luck Alternate-dimension – that had severely Tested-&-Punished the-Duo to-Their-limits… until his-Virgin girlfriend was Made ‘pregnant’ by the-Trickery Immaculate-Inception ruse…
Ms Diane-King held the clipboard and the-women Rounded-Up 102-Young girls from the Age-Of-12 to 17 – where they-All formed a Single-line as they headed to the-Gym. Paul Saw the-amber glowing Jane, with the Wong-sisters… walking away like children-Of-the WW2 Holocaust, heading to the-Gas-Chambers…
… Paul was Heart-wrenched and he wept as he felt-the deep-Guilt that he was the Cause of Jane’s pregnancy-Of ‘forcing-Her’ TO EAT-the-Enchanted Apple that Kerubiel Had-Tricked him-Into…
… it was-Like a Reversed 2nd-repeated Tragedy-Of-Adam-&-Eve @the Garden-Of-Eden – where Adam took-the-Blame…
Ms King like the-Pied-Piper led the girls-Away…
… Paul Didn’t See Jane – until More than an-hour Later.