Locker# 2375 Chapter 15

Posted on | May 3, 2009 | 1 Comment

Locker 2375 c15

The Missing Link.

Ms. Shelley couldn’t move even if she had wanted to, the paper was acting like some form of quick bond cement and her face was being sucked down to the tile floor.

As we ran past Mr. Smith, who was trying to look busy in the hall in anticipation of his promotion to hall monitor, we shouted in unison “Ms. Shelley needs help her face is buried in a wall display”!

“Thanks for the lead I am on it”, Mr. Smith said dashing off in the wrong direction.

“Where are we going”, I asked Nathaniel trying to catch my breath.

“Max we are in big trouble and at this moment you are the only person who is not being watched”, Nathaniel said with this look of doom on his face.

Nathaniel pushed me into the design technology lab with a little more force than he needed to use, I knew that something had to be up because Nathaniel was not the pushy type.

Nathaniel pulled me over to table #3 and made me promise not to show anyone what he was about to reveal.

Nathaniel pushed on a dowel on the workbench, just below the sign that said #3, and the whole thing began to rotate like some kind of transformer.

When the movement stopped the top of the table was inversed and there were at least 30 entries written on large interactive whiteboard with 2 other pieces of paper documenting dates and times to something pasted beside it.

“Max the book is gone and what was in its place was this”, Nathaniel said holding up a piece of familiar looking cloth.

I knew I had seen the cloth before but at that moment I just could not put my finger on where.

“Max when were you last in the library”, Nathaniel asked with a very suspect tone in his voice.

“Uhhhh, not since you left the book there for safe keeping”, I waited hoping he would answer without looking at me like I had placed salt in his sandwich, which I had only done once a long time ago.

Nathaniel looked at me and with no emotion at all on his face said,” the book is gone”!

“And you think I took it”, I tried not to laugh because it was too funny to actually imagine that I was being suspected of doing something like take a book that could at best get me in more trouble if it was noticed missing.

“Max this isn’t the first time that something like this has happened and it isn’t the first time that your name has been attached to the incident”, Nathaniel said with the look of a mean dog on his face.

“Nathaniel I have no idea what you are talking about, but if it has something to do with the cake I took from Ana today? It was Jeanne who ate it not me and I have the bruise on my toe to prove it”, I was taking off my sock to show him the bruise when he motioned to stop.

“Max the book is gone and over the last 6 weeks there have been, as you can see, 30 different incidents here at the school.  Every time something has gone missing been moved or broken there has always been a calling card of some sort left, and these calling cards have always pointed to you”, Nathaniel was looking at me with the guard dog eyes again.

I really had no idea what Nathaniel was talking about but there was no question in my mind that this was the definitive proof that something was going on at this school, something odd.

And what was even more interesting was that somehow the oddities that were taking place all seemed to come back to me!

But what was Nathaniel talking about when he said calling cards?

“How do you think I am connected to all this Nathaniel”, I said using my best innocent face, the one I used when I drank the entire chocolate fountain set aside for the bake sale last month.

Nathaniel then motioned to come towards the table chart and there right in front of my eyes was the story of all of the strange things that had been happening with my locker over the last 6 weeks, but from the other side!

All sorts of strange things had been happening with my locker, #2375, and I had put the missing items, new items or strange pieces of objects I was finding down to some kind of joke or more likely the cleaners using my locker as the rubbish bin for odd little things, since they knew I had a collection that I plan to turn into a museum some day.

“Nathaniel you have to believe me when I tell you that this is a sign”, he had the look on his face that it was a sure sign that I was mad!

“Nathaniel for all of the objects and things that you have listed I have a similar object or thing in my locker, not dated and catalogued like you have done though”, I said a bit sheepishly.

“Max how do you explain the fact that when anything has gone missing a piece of something with your whole or part of your name on it is always left at the scene”, again the face of the guard dog was staring me down.

“You know when these strange bits and pieces or sometimes larger objects we found in my locker I always noticed things go missing in their place or pieces of my work go missing”, I suddenly got a brain wave that Nathaniel saw coming on.

“What is it Max”, Nathaniel said as if he wanted to pull the words out of my mouth.

It was at that moment I saw the link.

The things that ended up in my locker were always meticulously positioned in the same place and when those things arrived if there was anything that was on or near that place it was suddenly gone, or the piece touching the special area went missing.

“We need to get to my locker”, I grabbed Nathaniel and we ran.

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