Leomerya

(...)My interest was stirred by my Earth Science teacher, Mr. Bonsen. He wore large elliptical shaped glasses, which sat on his even bigger nose and above his hefty lips. He was a bit heavy set (however not quite as heavy as his accent), and very often referred to the low educational standards of American school children compared to that of the harder and more refined learning practiced by the students in his homeland country of Barbados. As a result of this, upon any opportunity he had to criticize his students, he did.

Despite this fact, the only thing for American students to do naturally was to prove him correct. His classes never took him seriously, at all. They only cracked jokes at him and misbehaved accordingly during what Mr. Bonson considered to be “informative lectures”. In response to such misconduct he threw empty threats that no one gave any consideration or concern towards.

It was rare when he would actually be able to hold the whole classes’ attention. However, his dry streak became polarized with the arousal of this new subject. In accordance with the known propaganda, he taught of the intense electrical fields that supposedly surrounded that area, and the problems in which it caused with radio contact. He spoke of people like Robert Corner, and Thomas Garner who flew over the Triangle, never to come back. However, the people who did come back unlike those two men, did not fly straight into the eye of the Triangle. They were the lucky ones, and only got a taste of the horrors and marvels that laid past them.

Mr. Bonsen told us of the accounts these people had; Seeing clouds appear out of osmosis, witnessing their compasses constantly spinning around, pointing in every direction. He said that this was most likely due to the intensity of the charged area. Everyone and anyone who entered would be cut off from the world, as if they were in a world of their own.

I however was not satisfied with his theories. He kept saying phrases like “most likely”, “very probable”, and “possibly because of”. I thought to myself of these facts with distinct profundity. I must say however that I unfortunately thought of these facts too deeply, because I was rudely awakened out of my reverie by him.

“Mr. Churchill, can you please tell me why we know nothing how these people disappeared?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, electric fields Mr. Bonsen, electric fields.” I replied coolly.

He responded, “I see that even though you’re in your own world, you can still pay some attention in this class in spite of how small and unimportant it might be to you. I will ask however that you pay a little bit more, or it will cost you some points off your grade, Mr. Churchill.”

“Oh, yes, yes, sorry about that,” I replied with a bit of sardonic flare in my voice this time.

“He’s right though Loren, you really should pay more attention in class.”

This was said by possibly the most ingenious girl in our school. Her name was Elizabeth Aires. (...)

“You know Mr. Bonsen is a blow hard. He just has it in for me,” I responded.

“Well, the fact that you are constantly day dreaming isn’t helping, is it?” she said, with a sort of a “matter of fact” voice.

“Yeah, well...”, I however was cut off by the bell. Leaving my sentence unfinished, Liz and I left the class and were to meet the third person of our future party to the Triangle; Melissa Fresco. (...)

Finally exiting the school, I saw Daniel talking to some of his other friends who happened to be freshmen, as he himself was. Now, normally I didn’t take a liking into freshmen, but with him I was willing to make an exception. I had known him since I was a freshman, so I took a liking into him before my prejudice was stirred. My friends and I approached him and engaged in conversation with him and his companions.

I began to tell them of my future plans of going to the Triangle, and as expected I got the same reactions from all of them.

“You can’t possibly be serious! You are just asking for a death warrant, aren’t you?” Daniel exclaimed incredulously.

“Well, I think that it’s a great idea!” Melissa added with sarcasm.

“Yeah, it shows great courage, charisma...”

But Daniel cut of Liz’s sentence and said, “and stupidity!”

“Listen, he said that HE was going to the Triangle, he never said WE,” Liz replied coolly.

The group snickered, but immediately ceased when they saw the indignant look on my face. I knew this was coming, but I just hoped it wouldn’t.

“If I am going, of course you all have to come!”

“Says who? Just because you want to go on some sick suicide mission doesn’t mean that we have to come too, just because we are your friends!” Daniel responded even more heatedly than before.

“Well, some friends you are!” I shouted. (...)