We did our warm-ups, which consisted of lip trails, vocal exercises, and stretch, all of which was heavenly. After that the rest of the chorale started going over our new piece while I dry mouthed two more pills, which earned me a concerned look from Antanas, then started to solfege our new piece, some medley from the Beatles. It was pretty easy, considering it repeated a lot so I almost got the whole thing solfeged by the time the bell rang. I got my stuff together and waited at the door for Antanas and when he caught up we walked to the library.
"Feel any better?" He asked finally.
"Nope. I still feel like s**t." I answered through my teeth. I was already exhausted, and I was so happy I didn't have gym today.
"But do you feel better than this morning?" He pressed.
I sighed and gave in, "Yes, I do feel a tad better than I did this morning. Though I was contemplating something."
"What?" He asked suspiciously.
"What's your middle name?"
"It doesn't matter." He said in a way that meant back off.
I brushed up against him and asked him again, "So what's your middle name?"
"Michael," he answered, almost without emotion. I smiled, my experiment had been a success. Now if I can figure out how to make people remember after I control them and how to use this power to its full potential then I might be able to get away with anything, well virtually anything. I'm not sure if I'll be able to fool artificial intelligence. "You dropped that subject surprisingly quick," he said wistfully.
I pushed him into his classroom as we passed, answering, "I already know it. Its Michael!!" I ran to my locker, giggling at his surprised face and went to Global. I dropped my stuff off and got the stuff out of my locker which is right next to the classroom. I was sitting in my seat by the time the bell rang and class started.
"Okay so who didn't do the homework?" Asked Ms. Milla, then continued, "So everyone? Good, do it. You have five minutes. Ready, go." She was a really cool teacher and we all had a mutual respect for her. She's about 5'4" with brown eyes and sandy brown hair. She had a pretty good fashion sense, she understood her limits and what people DID NOT want to see. She was German, too. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but after she told you, you could pick out the subtle hints of the German within her. After she sat down at her desk I walked up to her and asked about the homework and stuff that I missed. "Ah yes, those glorious weeks of freedom finally over?" She asked first.
"More like 'those glorious weeks of sleep.'" I retorted.
She nodded and got out a pile of papers about six inches thick, "These are all the notes and homework assignments you've missed. The red starred packets are notes and the highlighted stuff in the packets are extra credit. The other packets and maps are homework, you have until the end of next week to finish it all and until the beginning of break to finish your tests. They're all in the testing center waiting for you." I nodded then sat down.
"Alright pass everything forward, good, good. Now today we're watching a movie, well part of a movie." Said Ms. Milla as she collected the papers then continued, "If Kyler would be so nice as to push play...?" Which he did. I just ended up taking a nap for the whole period, I can watch the movie when I get home. It was some glorious sleep I've been missing lately and it felt nice.She stopped the movie about three minutes before the end of the period so I sat and looked out the window leading out to the hall, I got up 20 seconds before the bell was supposed to ring, just as a wave of nauseous and dizziness washed over me. While I kept myself from keeling over, a figure walked in front of the window. It, a she actually, had on a Fuschia suit and her skin tone was gray, without any hair or even a face, like a manikin. Thinking it was caused by confusion I dismissed that absurd idea. The bell rang and I left for Chemistry.
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