April 10th

I was walking under a bridge when I heard a voice.

"Hey, girl, why so cold?" a rough voice said. "We just want to talk. How about it?"

Two guys had a girl cornered, her back to a wall.

"Huh, you just gonna ignore us?" the other delinquent asked. "Now I'm starting to get mad."

I might have also been a delinquent but these guys were taking it too far.

The first punk put his hand to the wall, getting in the girl's face.

"Hey, the more I look at you, the hotter you get."

The second guy laughed, "Don't scare her. How about kicking it with us? Come on, it'll be fun."

Those delinquent, I think I'd seen them around before. Damn it, oh well...

"Hey, you." I said.

"Get lost."

I attacked both punks and that's how I got here.

--

I woke up to find myself back on the flight cabin. That soft opera like music was playing again. Igor and that blondie Victor were both sat in front of me.

"She's finally awake," muttered Victor. "Well, actually you're asleep because you're experiencing this as a dream."

"Are your names really Victor and Igor? I assume Knifenose is your assistant, right?" I asked.

"Apparently, Igor is the 'master'." Victor muttered, making finger quotes.

"Victor is my attendant. I summoned you here to speak of important matters." Igor said. "It concerns the fate of all life as well. But it seems we are out of time."

--

I woke up from my dream. You'd think Igor would have a girl attendant.

"Looks like you're up," my dad spoke. "I'll drive you but just for today."

We arrived at Spencer Academy. It was slightly smaller than my old school.

"Try to behave, okay." my dad said.

"Yeah, I get it." I muttered.

We went inside to the principal's office. The principal, Ilsa Small, was a mid 50s woman, tall and slender and with a ponytail.

"Mr. Rivers, will be in charge of your class." the Principal, Ilsa Small, said while gesturing to the man present.

Simon Rivers looked to be 24 years old.

"He's your student ID." he said.

"If you're done explaining things, I need to get going." my dad said.

"Oh, Jane, you should come to the faculty office tomorrow," Mr. Rivers said. "I'll show you to your classroom."

My dad and I left the room.

"I think I'll scrape by." I said.

"Come on, we're going home." my dad said.

On our way back, we got stuck in traffic.

"Good grief, traffic's not moving at all," my dad muttered. "So how was it? School, I mean. Think you can manage?"

"Eh, we'll see." I said.

The news on the radio of my car.

"And now back to today's top stories. Another **** attack occurred at-"

"Another one?" my dad questioned. "It's been happening a lot lately. In fact, there was another fucked up last month. The girl was only fourteen years old."

We eventually got home.

"Good grief, to think they'd be this much traffic," my dad was reading the news from his phone. "Jesus Christ, eighty women were ****?"

A buzzing sound was heard and my dad pulled out his phone.

"I'm about to leave now. Don't worry, I'll be there in no time. See you soon."

Was this a woman he was seeing? He turned back to me.

"You got school tomorrow, so you better head off to bed." he said.

After my dad left, I stripped naked and masturbated to some porn. Then I went to sleep.