The door slams open with a bang which spins you around so quickly your heart slams against your ribs. You clutch your chest and breathe as the redheaded professor storms into the room with a look of fright like you've never seen someone experience. She stops upright upon seeing you, "Scott! Wh-what, what are you-" but she doesn't finish her sentence before pacing forward.
She goes to her cabinets, tearing out loose papers and manila folders, a narrow, black box and some small objects you can't identify. She hurriedly stuffs them into a large satchel she had slung over her shoulder. Without turning to you, she urges, "You have to leave! Get out of here! It's- this- now, please!"
She grabs other instruments from around the room and packs them away, finally coming to what is most important to you, "Where is the- you- you have the transposer. What are you doing with that!" She lunges for the device and snatches it in her hands. "This is not some toy. It's- it's a part of this disaster."
She twirls around the table and insists, "You have to go! We are in danger here!"
Barely keeping up with this instant of insanity from the otherwise calm educator, you press her for some understanding, "Professor, you aren't making sense. What is going on? What danger? What do you mean!"
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.17 seconds at 10:42am on Nov 28, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author