I slip on some sweats and a simple blue t shirt. I put on my soft soled flats, to prevent noise. I creep noiselessly to the fountain. Striker is already there, his face cast in shadow.
"Hey," he whispers, close to my ear.
"Hi," I say, shivering.
"Let's go," he says.
I stay stock still.
"Let's go!" He whispers agin, impatient.
I command my feet to walk.
We arrive at the dean's office; and Striker uses a metal piece to spring the lock. We hear the distinct click, then we enter.
The bookcase is against the far right corner. Striker marches over, looks through the books, selects a volume, then comes right back.
"We're done," he states, as he locks the door again.
He starts walking away, fast, but I rush up to him and cling to his arm.
"What?" He asks, amusement running over his face.
"What book did you get?" I inquire.
I realize I'm still gripping his arm; and I drop it like it's on fire.
Striker chuckles when I do.
"I got a book on ancient Egyptian myths," he replies, showing me the book.
It has a picture of a frightening looking jackal on the cover.
"Creepy," I tell him.
"Oh really?" Striker says, feigning surprise.
"Yes, it is," I say firmly.
Striker chuckles again. I just look at him. He bends down and curls up, then springs up, roaring.
I scream; and he dies with laughter.
"You idiot!" I yell, punching him.
Striker looks up at me, his face getting hard, but when he sees I'm joking, he relaxes.
I grin at him stupidly; and he grins back.
"Nighty night," Striker whispers.
"See you in the morning," I reply.
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المغامرةAero is saved from her fighting life by the dean of M.A.R.C.T, a martial academy. Aero makes friends; and accomplishes selected training. Everything is going fine, until she's paired up with a boy she thinks is horrible. But they must work together...
