Antique Mirror Ch1

Antique Mirror

By Krissie Gault

This story is written for my sister, Cassy Smith. 

Chapter 1:

April groaned as she opened her locker. It was proving to be a long day. First a pointless lecture in her Spanish class and now she had math. YUCK! She was hoping Mrs. Butters wouldn’t spring any surprise pop quizzes today. But that wasn’t likely. Mrs. Butters was on a rampage today. Everyone in the whole school had heard about her foul mood by now. April knew the pop quiz was coming.

She could skip class today.

“Hurry on to class April!” Mrs. Butters croaked from her door.

April groaned as she plopped her math text book into her bag with a sickening thud. So much for that plan. Why did she have to get the locker by the moodiest teacher in the school?

April slumped into her desk and stared at the board. There was nothing but random scribbles. She pulled out her notebook and began to scribble. She might as well scribble some eye balls while she waited for the impending doom. Everyone else seem to have similar feelings as they were all trying to relax.

“Get your pencils ready for a pop quiz, everyone!” Mrs. Butters chimed with glee. Too much glee. It was the glee of a sadist overlord about to force her subjects to perform a silly circus show.

Everyone let out a collective groan as they cleared their desk.

“Can I borrow a pencil, Mrs. Butters?” Dan asked as she put the quiz on his desk with a smile.

Mrs. Butters froze. Her gleeful joy turned into rage in the blink of an eye. “Why don’t you have one?” She began to rage. “Do you always come to school unprepared, Mr. Peters? Do you think you can make it through life like that? Do you?” Mrs. Butters lectured continued on, raising in volume as her face turned purple.

April felt bad for Dan as Mrs. Butters yelled. She laid her shin on the desk and stared at the clock. It was going to be a long day. She began counting down the seconds to lunch. Just 20 more minutes.

A loud explosion made everyone jump. April stayed in her seat as looked around. Everyone else was jumping out of their desk, crying. Mrs. Butters had stopping yelling at Dan who was now freaking out. Everyone began calling their parents while April watched on. They were thinking it was a gun, but April knew better. Guns made popping sounds. That was a loud bang. It was an explosive. It wasn’t a deadly one since the ground didn’t shake, but it was an explosive none the less.

April wasn’t sure who the target of the explosive was, but she knew for sure that they were going home early.

Several minutes later, April slid into her car with a smile. She was going to go home and take along a nap. The best thing was that school was cancelled for the rest of the week and today was Monday. It brought a huge smile to April’s face.

The passenger door opened and her little sister slid into the car. “Hey!” Angel greeted, tossing her duffle bag into the back. “What’s up?”

“Put on your seat belt.” April ordered reflexively.

“Already on Capitan.” Angel saluted with bright blue eyes.

April smiled as she drove away. “That explosion was you, wasn’t it?”

Angel gave a nervous laugh. “No one was hurt.”

“Who’d you prank this time?” April lectured.

“Saline Gomez.” Angle answered. “She’s such a snotty bitch. She’s rude to everyone. She told Donnie to go kill himself and he almost did! That cheerleader isn’t causing any cheer. Someone had to stop her.”

“And you did?” April asked.

“Yeah!” Angel nodded. “How many other 16 year olds do you know that can build an explosive that sprays condiments and ink everywhere?”

“Tell me again why you’re not in college yet?”

“I love you too much to want to be a grade above you.” Angel shrugged.

“With the way you are, I’m amazed you can stand school at all.” April shook her head. Angel had always been smart – scary smart, in fact. Their parents had no clue what to do with her. Angel always needed a new challenge and without their folks to push her, Angel was stuck with personal projects, like explosives. April just hoped the school didn’t realize the condiments and glitter bombs where Angel’s handiwork.

April plopped down on the couch. “I’m beat!” She stretched. She shifted over for Angel. “Want to watch cartoons with me?”

“Nah.” Angel shook her head. “I have a project I’m working on. You have fun though.”