My first class on Tuesdays was French, which I always found really, really boring. It's taught by Ms Deighton, a nice young british woman who came here straight form university. She's generally really nice, but can't be more than five or six years older than anyone else here, so she does get a lot of stick from classes. But she's determined, and the other teachers are apparently very impressed with her. But it's not her fault I hate French. I couldn't stand the language, didn't like speaking it, didn't want to learn it and never intended to go to France. So my mind drifts. I started to think about the stone in my locker. Think? Worry might be a better word. What if someone broke into my locker?? They could use the stone by accident, not knowing what it was... maybe I would have been better leaving it at home.
"Jon."
But then my mom might have found it... but is that better or worse than some asshole from school getting their hands on that kinda power? What they could do with it....
"Ahem ..Jon!"
"Um, yes Ms Deighton??" I snapped out of my train of thought to the sound of the whole class laughing at me. I must have fallen asleep!
I looked up at Ms Deighton, standing directly in front of my desk, looking down at me. That's when I saw something really strange. Something that couldn't possibly happen, like it was magic, or a miracle, but worse. I knew immediately after that the stone in my locker had to responsible. Someone must have taken it! It was the only explanation for what I saw. I saw.....
