every negative aspect of Obama and the Democratic party - both real and fabricated - to the literature they were reading and then would go on a rant. Making the situation worse was that most people in town felt the same way, including her father and the school board, so no one cared when she complained. Plus the teacher had been working there since her parent’s were students and no one had the guts to get rid of her. Still, it made Megan sick every time she went on a rant, especially when it was fueled by something like a passage within the novel One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, which she would use to show what life would be like once Obama turned the nation into a socialist country.
Most students brushed that away and wouldn’t have despised her if that were her only flaw. The one that pissed off her fellow students was her thought that kids their age couldn’t help but get in trouble and be destructive during their free time and needed to be shackled down by the burden of homework and reading assignments in order to prevent such unacceptable behavior. It was really bad.
Even Jimmy Hawthorn, the guy who sat behind her and never really said a word to anyone unless spoken to, had voiced his opinion of her on several different occasions. She was awful, yet there was nothing Megan, or any other student in class, could do about it.
“Hey Jimmy,” Megan said a minute before the bell was going to ring. She twisted in her seat so she could see him.
“Yeah?” Jimmy asked, his eyes drifting away from hers.
“Did you hear about Samantha King?”
“What about her?” he asked quickly, his eyes back and staring into hers.
“She disappeared yesterday after school.” It surprised her that he hadn’t heard about it, even if he rarely ever talked to anyone. By now it was common news.
“Oh yeah, I think I did hear something about that. She ran away or something, didn’t she?”
“No,” Megan snapped. “Samantha wouldn’t run away. Something happened to her.”
“Like what?”
“Like she was kidnapped by someone. My dad doesn’t think so but - ”
“Whoa,” Jimmy interrupted. “Your dad doesn’t think she was kidnapped?”
“No, but I know she was. Samantha had no reason to run away. Something happened to her.”
Ms. Gliek walked in just as the bell rang. Anyone who wasn’t in their seats, even if they were just standing next to them, was marked tardy. It made Megan so angry. Teachers, even ones she liked, focused too much on stupid disciplinary rules, tardiness being one of them. If a student walked in twenty minutes late that was one thing. Marking them tardy because they weren’t sitting in their seat properly when the bell rang, that was something else.
* * *
Jimmy had expected there to be a huge uproar over the fact that Samantha King had never returned home the night before, but aside from a few speculative comments, no one was really saying that much, and apparently the police weren’t even involved yet, which was amazing. He had thought for sure every single police officer would have been at the school asking questions, similar to the scene in the movie Scream after the two kids were murdered in the beginning, and that the FBI and news media would have all descended upon the town. Instead the only one who even seemed remotely concerned was Megan Reed, the daughter of the town sheriff, and a good friend Samantha’s. It was amazing and a huge relief.
At the same time he knew that things still had the potential to turn hectic and that his visions of the town being swamped with reporters and FBI agents and other law enforcement agencies could still happen, especially if Samantha wasn’t heard from. Once she was missing for a week or so people would
Most students brushed that away and wouldn’t have despised her if that were her only flaw. The one that pissed off her fellow students was her thought that kids their age couldn’t help but get in trouble and be destructive during their free time and needed to be shackled down by the burden of homework and reading assignments in order to prevent such unacceptable behavior. It was really bad.
Even Jimmy Hawthorn, the guy who sat behind her and never really said a word to anyone unless spoken to, had voiced his opinion of her on several different occasions. She was awful, yet there was nothing Megan, or any other student in class, could do about it.
“Hey Jimmy,” Megan said a minute before the bell was going to ring. She twisted in her seat so she could see him.
“Yeah?” Jimmy asked, his eyes drifting away from hers.
“Did you hear about Samantha King?”
“What about her?” he asked quickly, his eyes back and staring into hers.
“She disappeared yesterday after school.” It surprised her that he hadn’t heard about it, even if he rarely ever talked to anyone. By now it was common news.
“Oh yeah, I think I did hear something about that. She ran away or something, didn’t she?”
“No,” Megan snapped. “Samantha wouldn’t run away. Something happened to her.”
“Like what?”
“Like she was kidnapped by someone. My dad doesn’t think so but - ”
“Whoa,” Jimmy interrupted. “Your dad doesn’t think she was kidnapped?”
“No, but I know she was. Samantha had no reason to run away. Something happened to her.”
Ms. Gliek walked in just as the bell rang. Anyone who wasn’t in their seats, even if they were just standing next to them, was marked tardy. It made Megan so angry. Teachers, even ones she liked, focused too much on stupid disciplinary rules, tardiness being one of them. If a student walked in twenty minutes late that was one thing. Marking them tardy because they weren’t sitting in their seat properly when the bell rang, that was something else.
* * *
Jimmy had expected there to be a huge uproar over the fact that Samantha King had never returned home the night before, but aside from a few speculative comments, no one was really saying that much, and apparently the police weren’t even involved yet, which was amazing. He had thought for sure every single police officer would have been at the school asking questions, similar to the scene in the movie Scream after the two kids were murdered in the beginning, and that the FBI and news media would have all descended upon the town. Instead the only one who even seemed remotely concerned was Megan Reed, the daughter of the town sheriff, and a good friend Samantha’s. It was amazing and a huge relief.
At the same time he knew that things still had the potential to turn hectic and that his visions of the town being swamped with reporters and FBI agents and other law enforcement agencies could still happen, especially if Samantha wasn’t heard from. Once she was missing for a week or so people would
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