Tower Christian School Trumpeteer Never Ending Story
Episode 12 - March 2009
Continued by Katherine Elder
Her forehead tensed and her voice trembled. “What’s in the card the note came with?”
“You know, what we need right now is one of those TV recap episodes…” I said.
“Don’t even…” Nick told me.
“Our story started with a fire alarm at school, paint in the hallway, and a destroyed classroom. Mr. Won, the Principal, wanted to know what I knew. Then, Nicole McKeller showed up, a tough girl going by the name of Nick.”
“Don’t do this…”
“My friend, Anton, whose dad, Mr. Collins, teaches at our school, had a camera up in the destroyed room. It taped a masked criminal dressed in black with one aqua green eye and one blue eye – or were they contacts? Nick noted that a cat couldn’t have done it,” I continued.
“Stop before you make me hurt you…”
“Nick drove off with Mr. Collins, and Anton ran off without me. I got to the house too late, but I found a memory card just before the man in black came hauling Nick around. He wanted the card, but his dog wanted to eat it more.”
“You’re pushing it…”
“Nick and I ran off, and decided to come back that night for Anton’s back-up memory card. Nick confessed that she was Anton’s cousin, and that his card has classified information about Mr. Won for Anton’s dad, who is in a cult and they’re holding Mr. Won hostage.”
“You’re counting too much on my sweet disposition…”
“Pink paint was a warning, now we have the back-up card, and a picture that was the proof that was in the pudding,” I finished.
“OK, that’s it!” Nick yelled.
“Wait! That’s it. That’s where we’re at right now.”
“Ok, fine.”
* * *
We were now in Nick’s garage (it was the quietest place in the house to escape her noisy little brothers), but now we were talking about how to find out what was on the memory card.
“We could go use my computer to find out what’s on that card,” Nick suggested.
“Let’s go use mine. I trust my computer more and I don’t have the little noise machines to bug us. Wait, you got any pudding inside? Suddenly I’m really hungry for a bowl of chocolate pudding,” I said.
“Uh, no.”
“So, what’s in the picture?” I asked.
“It’s a picture of a crashed airliner. Oceanic flight 815,” she told me.
“What? Let me see that,” I grabbed the picture and looked at it. “That’s Oceanic flight 518! You were looking at it upside down.”
“Oh. But what could that mean?”
“I have no idea… Want to go get some pudding?” I asked.
“No, I don’t want pudding, I don’t care whose house we go to or whose computer we use. I just want something to make sense for a change!”
“You know, we could really use a time machine right now and make more sense of this by traveling through time,” I said.
“If a time machine shows up in this story, I’m leaving! In fact, if you were to ever write this story, as soon as you tried to introduce a time machine, your co-writers would abandon you, and so would your audience.”
“No, they wouldn’t,” I replied.
“I will,” she said haughtily.
“Ok, ok, I’m just saying, wouldn’t a time machine be a really cool twist to the story?” I persisted.
“DROP IT!” Nick yelled.
At that point there was whirring noise and a bright flash of light. Nick and I flattened ourselves against a wall and couldn’t believe…