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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
“He’s one,” Agnes said pointing to a lone man standing aimlessly on the corner across from the school. “And her,” pointing then to a woman officer sitting in a squad car out front.
“Do they all hunt demons?” David asked, his voice excited with curiosity.
“No? They kindof protect us. Some people need to be around to keep us from being found out. When my house burnt down, they came to make sure none of my mom’s and dad’s stuff got found.”
“Why so many of them?” Emily asked.
The three walked huddled together in the warm sun outside of the school. Emily was dressed in an oversized blouse and skirt that was a hand-me-down from her older sister. She never fit quite right in any of those clothes. Where Emily grew gradually, her sister grew in spurts meaning that nothing that was given to Emily ever fit quite right and was either much too tight or baggy and all of it was simply ill-fitting.
No matter how much the girl might have tried, her parents didn’t see the sense in going out and getting anything for Emily that would be her own. Not a single new article of clothing was ever bought. Why should they buy new? Clothing companies wanted them to believe that they needed to buy new all of the time. That is why they always were making up stories for new trends and fashions.
Emily just wished that they would not be so cheap.
At one time Emily had even destroyed most of the clothes that were given to her hoping to force them into buying her new clothes. It backfired. Either they were fixed, or she had to wear the next size up, which was on the verge of ridiculously large for the young girl. At least it made the oversized glasses she insisted on wearing match better to the rest of her outfit.
Oh, and she was grounded for a month.
By now she had learned to just deal with it.
David on the other hand wore the same type of jeans he always wore with a Green Lantern shirt that was perfectly pressed. He looked relatively normal at least.
Agnes wore her cardigan over a light t-shirt and green cargo pants that were only slightly baggier than they needed to be. But despite the clothing, she felt naked and unguarded without having any weapons on her. Brandt had told her not to take any with her.
“You’re going to be paranoid. I don’t need you pulling that out in the middle of school because you think you see it again. It won’t be good,” he explained.
“But I need to be able to fight!” she argued. Deep inside she knew that the argument wouldn’t change Brandt’s mind. All that it would do would prolong the time she needed to think of the right argument. But nothing came forward.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re going to have a rotation of at least 10 of us there at any one time. No chances this time. We even got two substitute teachers there.”
Still nothing came to her mind other than: “I can take care of myself!” It was a lie as soon as she even thought about it. She was absolutely frightened of the possibility of that thing showing up again. It had such a profound effect on her, and that scared her more. If she thought that she could, she would have been arguing to stay home.
“Don’t give me that crap, Agnes,” Brandt huffed. He knew what she was trying to do. He didn’t blame her. He knew that her having her weapons with her would only increase her odds if she was attacked. He stood up and shoved the last of his waffles into his mouth. “I’m not giving you the chance to figure out how to argue this.” Food spit out of his mouth. Agnes found herself somewhat mesmerized by how he was able to fit so much in there.
Then she realized that he was onto her and pounded her fist on the table. A rattling echoed in the room before the glass of milk spilled onto the ground.
“And clean that up,” Brandt yelled as he began to climb the stairs.
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