I instantaneously polished off the sausages from my prehistoric paten, and snatched the car keys from their perch; nudging towards the doorway as I grasped the door handle, a call resounded from the scullery. I recognized the loud sonorous noise of my telephone and sprinted towards the phone, before the buzzer hushed.
"Hello?" I asked feeling perturbed and purposely distrait in my tone.
"Sweety, it's the principal" the caller countered. "I'm sorry for pestering you again. But, you see I..." She was distracted by a commotion- adding fume to my despondency to find further insight on this foreign situation.
Something about this was aberrant. I felt an eerie notion built up inside me. What was going on? What was so unnerving that the Principal had to call me twice?
"Please continue, ma'am." I urged desperately.
"I'm sorry-it's about Jamie." She answered dolorously; I could not keep a tincture of bitterness in her voice.
Uh-oh, what about Jamie?
"Jami- Jamie was found dead in the school's garbage pail."
What?
What are you talking about? This isn't happening, is it? I dropped the telephone from hands, and slumped down. Huh? It's untrue; all a sorrowful nightmare. I wanted the Principal's to retrieve her words immediately; I wanted it to be a fabricated truth.
I stifled a whimper, as tears plunge down my cheeks...
I picked the telephone, which lay beside me
"...But she was...I don't understand." I murmured over the speaker.
My emotions rose to a clamor, but I chose not to vocalize.
"Are you alright?" the Principal beseeched.
"I called beforehand to inquire if you knew about this." She seemed hesitant before questioning once more; "so did you?"
...
"I'll arrive at the school gates at 9:30. I'll ans- answer you there."
I slammed the receiver back to its origin.
"I'm going to find out exactly what transpired."