Blair had watched Justine's skin change from its gorgeous tan to a grayish zombie color from her chair across from her. It was like a rippling effect that spread from her blonde locks and over her entire body. She could see magic radiating off of Justine in clear waves, surely the teacher could see through her act. Of course it was possible Miss Lola Ruby didn't care what her students did.
Despite being disgusted by her blatant lack of respect for the teacher, Blair had to admit she was impressed. The sick charm thing she did worked and she could see her skipping down the hallway as soon as she was out of the classroom.
"Miss Lola Ruby." Blair had raised her hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Having taken her spot cross legged back on top of her desk, the small woman sat with her eyes closed. She waved a hand lazily that Blair took to mean she could go.
That was way easier than whatever the hell Justine did. Blair thought as she walked towards the large double doors. There was no rhyme or reason to her following Justine. It was pretty much apparent to her that Justine hated her. She was just too curious for her own good.
Now as her throat still burned from the first cigarette she had ever put to her lips, she witnessed Justine pull another charm, but this time on the opposite sex. Isn't that what Sirens were made for?
Blair shook that thought away, Justine was bad news, plus it wouldn't have killed her to say thank you for the quick cover she gave her. Even if Justine had gotten them out of trouble, she had tried to help.
Standing in the hallway as Justine went towards the powder room, Blair started to head back to class, but she heard something strange.
She felt compelled to see where the noise was coming from. It was humming but a high pitched strange humming sound. Peeking around the corner she saw Mr. Powell holding what looked like a glowing rock. It was oval and seemed to almost pulsate in his hands. The humming was coming from the rock and the whole thing was very creepy.
“That’s right Robinson, you tricked that little silly girl. She thought she had you, but not with this. Not with my tiny little pretty rock.” He laughed in a way that chilled Blair to the bone and leaned against the lockers throwing his head back.
If it wasn’t so unsettling, it would have been funny the way he looked so unhinged. Compared to the person he had been outside it was a complete one eighty. He wasn’t moving, he was still laughing. She was stuck to the spot unable to look away from him and not really sure what to do.
Finally, he moved away from the lockers and walked towards her. She panicked and threw the door behind her open falling inside and shutting it behind her.
Of course she had stumbled into a full classroom of girls and they were all lined up on the other side of the room staring at her. There wasn’t a teacher in the room so she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. One girl finally spoke up and she noticed they all had their hands by their sides and their heads back.
“What the hell are you doing in here girl?”
“Dodging a teacher,” It wasn’t a lie.
“You picked a bad place to dodge a teacher,” another girl said and they all started to laugh. There was no way to know what she was talking about so Blair decided to get up and just leave without further information.
When she stood an overwhelming force pulled her towards the wall. She tried to run for the door and her shoes slid across the floor. The door was getting further away until she was finally pulled back to the wall at the end of all the girls and her head was pulled back and her arms fell down by her sides.
She tried to move and found that she couldn’t. There was no way to free herself and now she knew why no one had moved and there wasn’t a teacher.
“What is this?” She asked as she was forced to stare straight ahead?
“ISD,” the laughter started again.
Blair had been there before so she knew what was going on. She was in the most bizarre form of in school detention that probably existed and she was just going to have to wait it out. Justine chose that moment to walk by the door, and look in probably because she was planning on making fun of the others in the room, but when she spotted Blair her face lit up.
“Great,” Blair said grumbling.
“Oh she hates you too does she,” There was a small red head girl to Blair’s right, at least she thought that was what she looked like. “She’s made my life hell since we arrived here, I was kind of wondering why she’d backed off. It must be because she’s messing with you now. I’m sorry.”
“No talking,” Justine’s face in the small glass window of the door had been replaced by a very angry older woman. The teacher pointed at them slamming her finger against the window and then moved off.
Blair found herself thinking about Mr. Robinson and his strange glowing rock. What had he meant he’d tricked the girl. She also wondered how long ISD would last.