Act One: The Art Project

It was the last class of the day and a boy with a black and white varsity jacket, a cap, shades, and clean pair of shoes walked into a normal everyday classroom. The young man of a mixed skin tone, average height and weight looked for his friend before he took his seat. A girl with brown eyes, long straight raven hair, freckles and tanned skin waved him down, "Hey Timothy over here!" Timothys attention was caught as he walked over to the seat next to her. Timothy put his bag on the table and took his school supplies out, "Oh, I see you’re starting to care about class now!" said the girl in excitement.

Timothy cocked his head back "Hey Gloria, aren't you just full of energy today and eh not really I just figured if I look like I cared the teacher might pass me," stated Timothy with little emotion. The two conversate for a while until the school bell rings.

            After a few minutes of silence Timothy abruptly said, "Man I hate this class, dude is never in on time!", as he slouched in his chair. Noise filled the room again.

Gloria turned her head towards him and whispered to not make a scene, "Timmy you shouldn't complain if you actually paid attention, you might like the class."

"I really highly doubt that this class is crap, I honestly don’t even know why I'm in it." said Timothy.

Gloria put her arm around him and with a smile delivered her list of reasons why he is in the class, "Because you need it to graduate and because you love me."

Timothy grabbed his supplies and put them in his bag and sighed before his reply to Glorias statement, "Yeah... I need to get the hell out of here, he's only getting two more minutes of my time.”

            A pale boy with rectangular glasses and a black suit walked in the doorway. "Well if it isn't Barry, shit he's not even in the class and he's here!" stated Timothy.

"I'm just here to let you guys know class is cancelled," said Barry in a monotone voice.

Gloria put on a skeptical face and questioned him "Really... is this a joke?"

"Don't even answer that, joke or not class is cancelled and I'm getting the Hell out of here, goodbye Gloria, I'll see you after school!" busted out Timothy in happiness, as he got up and threw his bag over his shoulder.

She leaned over and grabbed his arm and said "Okay, just don't forget next Friday the art project is due, don't put it off." She released his arm.

He replied, "No promises.", he waved and walked out of the class.

            Outside of the classroom, Timothy walked down the hallway thinking to himself about what to do the art project on. Then he overheard two kids talking about an urban legend and decided to eavesdrop around the corner from them. "Did you hear about the urban legend?" asked kid one.

"Which one?" replied kid two.

"Giselle Easel, she does artwork, if you do a chant to summon her, So I was thinking of finding a way to get her to paint a picture for my mother's birthday" answered kid one.

Timothy whispered to himself, "Who knows about this kind of freaky freaky stuff... oh Lucille, got to get my anti-conversion face on."; he took a deep breath and walked away from around the corner.

            Timothy went upstairs and roamed around the second floor until he bumped into Gloria. Timothy put a surprised face on and asked Gloria, "What are you doing up here?"

"I'm going to the library to do some work, what are you doing up here," she responded.

Timothy turned his head both left and right temporally scanning for Lucille, "I'm looking for someone... by the way you know where Lucille's locker would be." asked Timothy.

"Around room 213, I forgot to tell you about the fair that is coming up this weekend we should go," stated Gloria.

"Alright we'll go and thanks," replied Timothy while walking away.

            Timothy got to room 213 and saw Lucille at her locker. Lucille is another pale kid who is short, with bloodshot eyes with bags under them and a goofy smile always plastered on her face. He walks over to her with the anti-conversion thing on his mind and puts his hand on her shoulder, "Hey Lucille, I'm just going to go straight to the point, I'm not joining your group and what do you know about Giselle Easel?" stated Timothy.

            "Aw, why not and Giselle Easel?" questioned Lucille.

"The answer will never change and yes Giselle Easel." said Timothy.

Lucille removed Timothy's hand from her shoulder, "Giselle Easel... what about her?" she asked Timothy.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

"What are you a damn parrot, tell me about the girl!" exclaimed Timothy.

Lucille nervous eye twitch kicked in and in fear she responded to him "She's and urban legend!"

"Yes, I know that already, is that all you know?" interrogated Timothy.

Lucille prayed for safety, took a deep breath, and released all the information she knew, "I don’t know much about her, but if you go to Ms. Woo’s antique shoppe you might be able to get more information."

"Where's the antique shoppe?"

"I don't know it's everywhere." said Lucille in a panic with her eye twitch getting worse. Timothy looked away from her and turned around but right before he was going to walk away and let Lucille have that sigh of relief, he turned back at her and asked sarcastically "Do I need a chant for this shoppe too?"

"I told you all I know."

"Thanks for the help."

"Your, your welcome."

Timothy left the area shaking his head, "Yo stop the twitching, that's some freaky stuff!" exclaimed Timothy.

Lucille jerked in attention to the statement.

            On his way to walk to the stairwell to get downstairs, a door nearby opened and Barry walked out and informed Timothy, "What you are looking for is close by."

Timothy stepped back and faced Barry and uttered the following, "What are you doing, just telling me things I want to hear all day and I’m looking for a lot of things."

"Don't be an asshole now!" said Barry in a louder tone than usual.

"But you're the one who appears out of the blue with random ass information," stated Timothy.

Barry collected himself and let Timothy know the deal, "I'm just trying to help, but you should hurry before what you want goes away."

"Which way do I go?" asked Timothy.

"It doesn't matter." replied Barry, he reopened the door, walked in, and closed it behind him.

Timothy went to open the door, but it was locked, and he thought to himself "What the Hell is going on?", he decided to leave the door alone and turn the corner to get to the stairwell.

            He got to the stairwell, and everything was warped thinking aloud to himself, "What happened here, did the drama kids start decorating the school?" He stepped on a black circle which was a hole, which led to a place that was unknown to everyone. During the fall he experienced a series of flashing lights which all consisted of primary colors and in between each primary colors was the secondary color that was made up of the two, he had to cover his eyes because the flashing was hurting them. He landed on a fluffy surface he opens his eyes to see an elderly Asian lady looking at him, she is about five feet, short black hair, glasses and is wearing a dress with flowers on it and has a bag with a scale print on it,

"Are you okay, I heard you were looking for me is that true?"

"Miss, I don't know who you are and where am I?" said Timothy questioning the lady. Timothy gets up and looks at his surrounding and sees gargoyle statues, water fountains, koi fishponds and shelves of books, he walked towards the door.

"Would you like to do this transaction outside young man?" asked the lady,

"Sure."

They got outside to be where Barry last closed the door.     

            "Let’s start this from the top, hello young man how are you today?" greeted the lady.

"Miss who are you?" questioned Timothy.

"Yes, that's who I am, do you want to buy anything." she said.

"Look lady I don't want to buy anything your selling, I'm pressed for time."  

She flashed him a book and put it back in her bag "Are you sure?"

"Wait are you selling that book!"  

"Yes, I am, five dollars." she stated, putting her hand out.

"At least let me look at the book first."

"No, five dollars!" she said strongly.

"One I don't even know your name, so how do I know your not trying to swindle me, put the book out." said Timothy with suspicion.

"I'm Ms. Woo," she said taking out the book Timothy took out his wallet and pulled out three singles rolled up and they did the transaction.

He started to walk away.

She counted the money, "Hey this is only three dollars!" she yelled.

Timothy started running.

"Lousy kids," she mumbles under her breath.

            "Was I right, are you looking for his locker number for your tag?" asked Barry, coming around from the corner. She gave him a surprised look, "I know what you’re thinking, I'm a psychic, a real one like I told you before, his locker is E14, that way." said Barry pointing down the hallway. Ms. Woo pulled out a tag and marked it with a symbol.

"Ms. Woo, can I talk to you?" said Lucille also coming around from the corner.

"Oh geez, don't talk to her, she's got nothing good to say, trust me." stated Barry.

"Barry shut up!" exclaimed Lucille.

"Is she a bad girl?" asked Ms. Woo.

"She's going to spew out a load of nonsense no one really wants to hear." stated Barry. Lucille gave him an angry face, "Yeah I said it nonsense because that’s what it is, and you should be happy I didn't ruin your whole routine."

"It's not nonsense, I'm going to enlighten you all!" cried Lucille.

Ms. Woo's eyes glowed as she asked Lucille to speak about her philosophy, "Go ahead enlighten us."

Barry shook his head and blurted out "Crap!"

            Lucille cleared her throat, set her bookbag on the ground and pulled out two pamphlets and handed them to Barry and Ms. Woo.

They took them and Barry flipped through it real quick and handed it back to Lucille, "I'm a psychic so I know what your going to say, and even if I wasn't I know what your going to say is nonsense, I'm just here so Ms. Woo can be in the right mind when absorbing all of this flimflam." said Barry in disappointment.

Lucille grabbed the pamphlet, and she started the "enlightenment" process. "Okay at Loving Hands Friendship House, we take in everyone of different backgrounds, fat, skinny, tall, short, color, gender and everything else underneath the sun, we want everyone to feel welcome and comfortable for our big journey," said Lucille enthusiastically before being interrupted by Ms. Woo.

"Sorry I really need to put this tag on that boy’s locker, so can we walk there please."

"Sure," responded Lucille.

Barry led them to Timothy's locker, Ms. Woo put the tag on Timothy's locker and then the custodian walked by them before Lucille could resume telling them about the Loving Hands Friendship House and let them know what they had to do, "Hey, you kids get out of here schools been over for an hour already."

The group nodded their heads and walked away to get to the exit walked to the spot that they were in previously, "I wish I could listen to more, young lady, but it seems like we have to go." said Ms. Woo.

"It's okay she's used to being cut off." said Barry jokingly.

Lucille shot him a frown and told Ms. Woo "It's okay you have the pamphlet, read it and if you have any questions, you can call the number on the back." said Lucille warmly.

The boys waved to Ms. Woo goodbye as she walked in the door she came out of and went back to wherever she is from. Barry and Lucille parted their ways in the building and went home.