Ask a neighbor

It wasn't ideal, but it felt like it might actually work. You just needed to swallow your pride and ask someone. All you needed was to decide which neighbor to ask!

Mrs. Mitchell next door was a no go. The lady was so old that you wouldn't trust her to drive a wheelchair, let alone an actual car in city traffic. There was Mr. Elliott across the street, but he wasn't often in the best of spirits and was something of a drunk. If he was actually sober then he'd be angry and if he WASN'T... well, Mr. Elliott was out. You supposed that only left Mr. Chambers.

Mr. Chambers was a pretty nice guy all in all. He was your geography teacher last year and coached your soccer team when you were in JV as a freshman. Chambers would be perfect. Always had a good attitude, really calm personality, ready to help a student in need, had a great body...

Where had that last thought come from?!

You needed to get this taken care of right away, you could already feel strange thoughts snaking into your mind. You eagerly ran across the front yard and jumped over the neatly trimmed hedges that separated the properties. Come on, Chambers, you needed to help out.

You were panting just a little bit when you came up the front steps and knocked on the door. Don't sound urgent, you don't want him to think you're insane. At first there seemed to be a long pause without answer. Come on, School was out, you had to be home. Eventually there was the sound of the door opening and the familiar face of your teacher standing in the doorway.

"May I help you?" he asked politely.