Mary Returns To Class

"You're late," Mr. Erickson said.

"Sorry," Mary responded, trying her best to brush off her tardiness. "I got held back a little."

For a second, Mr. Erickson regarded her with a cold stare. Then he simply shrugged and motioned for Mary to return to her seat.

As Mary walked back, Jillian Kent rolled her eyes.

"I wouldn't have taken fifteen minutes," the buxom blonde said, tossing her luscious curls back and sticking her large chest out for all to see. "You should have picked meeeee, Mr. Erickson!"

"Sure, next time?" The teacher said, unfazed by the pretty girl's feminine charms.

Jillian Kent had the kind of body to let her wrap any boy around her finger with ease. She was apparently already making quite a stir on the cheerleader team - those big boobs didn't stop her from being acrobatic, apparently. In any other situation, Jillian would be queen bee of the school.

However, Jillian had enrolled at Mackleroy high only that year (in late January to boot). She was a senior as well, so her mark on the school was fairly small. To Mary, this seemed merciful. The girl was about as much of a bimbo as real life could allow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Erickson," Mary repeated.

Mary knew what she had done was necessary to protect her friend, but she still didn't like the idea of disappointing Mr. Erickson. Of all the teachers at Mackleroy Senior High School, he was probably the only one that never seemed to lose his chill.

"Don't worry about it. You got the copies and that's really all that mattered," the teacher said with a casual smile.

Mary settled into her seat and let her mind wander. Luna gave up the book, which surprised Mary. Luna hated giving up her toys. However, personal growth was personal growth and Mary had to respect her friend's decision. Still, something didn't set quite right with Mary.

It was as if something wicked hung over the air. The world seemed darker after Mary left the school library.

Looking outside, Mary saw rolling storm clouds. Now wasn't that ominous.

"Now the smallest country in Europe, surprisingly, is Vatican City," Mr. Erickson said. "Now you might--"

"Excuse me, Mr. Erickson," Jillian interrupted. "But isn't Vatican City part of Italy?"

He literally just said it was its own country, you dolt. Mary didn't like Jillian, but her hatred seemed dirty and wrong. Jillian wasn't a bad person by any stretch. She was just hot and busty and oh so stupid. She seemed to simultaneously encompass all the feminine traits Mary despised and envied.

"Actually, Jillian, while the Vatican is nestled within Italy, it is technically its own country. Wild, right?"

Mary stifled a giggle. Mr. Erickson often spoke to Jillian as if she were mentally challenged. Jillian never seemed to pick up on this.

"Wow! So cool. You learn something every day!"

Jillian giggled and squeezed her arms, causing her cleavage to pop out at Mr. Erickson.

Get the message, ya slut! He's not gonna fuck you!

That was a cruel thought. Mary found herself growing more judgmental every day and it was starting to really bum her out. Perhaps she had been too harsh on Luna.

All the feelings of impending doom returned to Mary then, flooding her heart. She suddenly missed her best friend dearly and wanted nothing more pull the girl into another close hug.

In that moment, the fire alarm went off in the hallway. Mary yelped and jumped out of her seat as the alarm went off, garnering unwanted glances from the entire class.

Mr. Erickson sighed and motioned for everyone to stand and line up.

Mary filtered into the line and walked out of the room with the rest of her class. In the hallway, she could see several other lines of students emerging from classrooms.

All of a sudden, Mary felt a tingle run up her spine and felt the strongest urge to look further down the hall. At first, she saw nothing. Then she spotted her.

It was Luna, walking alone in the hallway. The girl walked slowly, seemingly unaware of the blaring alarms around her. She was clutching something in her hands. Something ancient, made of purple leather.

An icy chill ran through Mary then. Something was terribly wrong.

Without thinking, Mary stepped out of line and started jog down the hallway. She heard Mr. Erickson calling for her, but it didn't matter. This was more important.