The Ultimate Decision

April closed her eyes, sighed, and opened them back up. “R.A.S.S. means Rescue Aid Service Society. 254 is our room number. Only allies can see it. You are going to live in Midnight May Academy in Denver, Colorado. We came from the bathroom because that is the only portal to go to and fro from Midnight May Academy or M.M.A. What is going on? It will take a while for you to understand it, but we are in no rush. Yet. You both are special and can help save the world, and we need you. We’ll explain later. C’mon. Max, Tony, pick up Elizabeth and take her in our helicopter.” April leaned forward and said to them, “Her wounds look bad. If you have to, use Method 4.” The two boys exchanged looks. “ONLY if necessary. Alright everyone, let’s go! Samantha, come with me.” Then, April went back towards the bathroom without looking back.

“You had better go if you want her to stay…okay with you, if you know what I mean.” said a nearby girl.

When I reached the bathroom, April closed the door, and said something funny. Then, it started spinning and suddenly, we were coming out of a bathroom in another bright, sunny park in Colorado.

“So, April, do you have any siblings?” I asked after a while, when we were on a lonely, quiet road. There had to be some conversation going on.

She sighed and began. “Yes, one older and one younger. Both of them are girls. My older sister is May. Then, there’s Meredith.”

I smiled. “When’s your birthday?”

“It’s on March the seventeenth. Yours is…?”

“August the eighth.” I said.

April nodded her head. “Yeah…..”

“Do you like making jokes and playing tricks on people and stuff like that?” I asked her innocently. I wanted to know if she was going to be a good friend.

“Really and truly, I am the most outgoing person in M.M.A. That’s my weakness.”

I stared at her, bewildered. “Being friendly is your weakness? How?”

“I’m very, very outgoing, so sometimes I don’t know which people are true friends or true enemies. Some of them are enemies, but I try my best to make them tell me their secrets and stuff. I have a spell that I use, and they just start babbling. Later, I do a memory spell on them.” At my confused look (I’m nearly always confused), she added, “It erases their memories.”

“Oh, I get it.” I actually didn’t and thought she was crazy.

With a sly smile, she said, “Oh no, you didn’t. And, and you thought I was crazy.”

Speechless, I just stared at her. The problem? I kept on walking and April started giggling. Before I could speak, it hit me. Seriously. It hit me. I banged into a STOP sign. That’s when April started giggling—laughing—hysterically. “Oh, shush! Right this minute!” I said and then I turned around and wham! Into the STOP sign again. And then her laughter came in snorts, giggles, and the actual clutching-my-tummy style. “C’mon April! Stop! See? There’s a stop sign, so why don’t you listen to it?!” Yeah, I’m pretty good at making friends, even though most of them are made from my mistakes.

“Well, why don’t you? You did a mighty good job of it earlier!!” And she started laughing. I did a great huff at her and she said, “Oh, so now you’ll huff and puff and blow the stop sign away so you won’t bang into it again!!” I huffed again, ignoring her.

Suddenly though, a large figure stepped out from behind the thin stop sign. I didn’t know how because there was just a little post. But when he stepped out from it, it made us stop laughing.

It was a man in a large black trench coat, even though it was a sunny day. He had blue-black hair and brown eyes. He was probably the age of thirty. He was facing the two of us and was in the middle of the sidewalk. Thank goodness we were in the country and no one saw him appear out of nowhere. I looked at April for a hint of what to do and saw her face, stricken. She knew this guy.