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Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday (Part 1)

By: Paige W.

Yesterday

I woke up to the screaming sound of my alarm clock. What a great way to start the day, I thought. Yawning, I opened my eyes and instantly felt that something was wrong. My closet door was open! I was sure that I had closed it before I went to sleep. Beep! Beep! Beeeeeep! Oh no! I overslept! I rushed downstairs and found that the refrigerator was open. No one was down stairs, this was getting creepy. I shoveled some cereal into my mouth and got ready for the day. We managed to leave at 7:30, but my mom was driving super slow and I knew I was going to be late to Mr. Burmu’s class. Seeing the time, 7:50, I yelled at my mom, “Step on it!” She blew me off and I decided to take the wheel. I know that was a dangerous move but I knew the roads to school like the back of my hand. I pushed my way to the front, grabbed the wheel, and pushed hard on the accelerator. My mom rudely, I mean politely got out of the way. I took every short cut I knew and somehow, we made it to school alive and on time. “Bye, love ya! I called as I ran to the school building. I pushed past the crowds of people entering the school and yanked open the door to Mr. Burmu’s class. “Right on time Ms. Sika,” Mr. Burmu noted. I really have to get him to stop calling me Ms. Mel, who sat right next to me, whispered, “ I saw you driving the car to school. I think you gave my mother a heart attack.” “I had to get on time today, otherwise that would have been my second time late. I have a feeling I need more than three strikes,” I replied. “Also I woke up late and some creepy stuff started happening.” “Oooh, tell me about it!” Mel insisted. Then I realized everyone in the room was silent and staring at me. All except Mel. “Mel,” I whispered. “Umm I think we have a problem.” Mel looked at me blankly. “Look around you Mel,” I commanded in a hushed whisper. “I don’t see what’s wrong!” She exclaimed. I took another look around me, the class had returned to normal. Why does this keep happening to me? “I saw . . . . nevermind.” “So what creepy stuff was happening?” Mel asked. “Nothing, I’ll tell you at lunch,” I replied harshly.

As lunch came around, I dreaded telling Mel what happened. Anyone in the whole world wouldn’t believe me, why should she? But Mel never showed up for lunch. I didn’t see her the rest of the day. I walked to the audition room, my last period of the day. I entered the auditorium, where we would be auditioning for the winter play. The auditorium was strangely silent. I sat on one of the benches to wait for more people to show up. Mel was so excited for the play, so I decided to audition before she bombarded me at lunch the next day. The play was about the nutcracker. I studied my lines for Clara, the lead, when the door slammed closed. I jumped, then laughed to myself. It was probably just some more students for auditioning. Suddenly, the lights started flickering uncontrollably. All at once, the lights went off. I was in complete darkness. I started to scream as hands grabbed at my arms, when the lights came back on. Everyone was staring at me. Apparently, the play director liked making dramatic entrances. But that doesn’t explain the hands grabbing at me. Everyone was at the other side of the room. I grabbed my stuff and stormed out of the room. I didn’t exactly audition, but I didn’t exactly not audition.

I walked through the school building and made my way to the doors. I walked out into the cool evening air and stopped. There was a single car sitting in the deserted parking lot. But that’s not right. There should be at least a few cars because of all of the students auditioning. And this was not my mom’s baby blue Toyota. She had forgotten about me auditioning, of course. I walked calmly (frightenedly) back into the school building. The auditorium was bare, yet again. That night, I camped out at the school building. But it wasn’t all cupcakes and rainbows. For starters, I fell asleep in the school building, but woke up in my bed.

The 21st was a really creepy day but that’s nothing compared to what tomorrow’s events could hold

Find out what events lie ahead for Lillian in the next chapter, Tomorrow, which will be coming in The Comet’s next issue!

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December 15th, 2020

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