FM102

You stopped before the second door on the left. It looked like every other classroom door in the hallway, a solid slab of particleboard with a fake wood grain that covered the exterior. The door was closed. There was no light shining from the crack beneath it. The placard on it read F102.

“Are you sure?” Larry asked. He looked at you dubiously. It looked like the room is empty.

“No,” you admitted with a shrug, “I was rolling on the floor in pain at the time. But it looked like she went in here. There’s only one way to find out for sure…” Without another word, you grabbed the door’s handle and pushed it open. The lights flickered and then came on as you entered. Larry was right behind you.

Like most classrooms, room 102 used tables instead of desks. Each was two and a half by five feet with white laminate tops. They were lined up in four rows of three. Each had three chairs pushed underneath it. All thirty-six chairs faced the blackboard at the front of the room. Off to one side of the blackboard was the teacher’s desk. Through the glass top, you could tell that the computer was still on. You suspected that it was still logged on.

However, it was the chair behind the desk that drew your attention. It drew Larry’s as well. Or rather the figure that sat in it drew your attention. Cindy was leaning against the far wall. Her legs were drawn up and crossed Indian style before her. Her left hand held a flask. Her right rested between her legs amongst the folds of her skirt.

“Looks like you owe me something.” Larry said as he spotted the blonde cheerleader. There was a large smile on his face.

“Really…” Cindy started. She took a long pull from the flask in her hand. She then raised her right hand. There was something in it.