Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher part 5

George and Jamal followed him; they all sat around the breakfast bar, as Drew began to rummage through the fridge.

“Start from the beginning George and I swear it better be good, or I’m out of here.” Jamal said.

“But you’re his best friend.” Drew said reproachfully his mouth full of what looked like butter.

“Whatever, best friends aren’t supposed to make other best friends go to prison and die.” Jamal said.

“That’s true.” Drew said nodding as he turned back to the fridge.

“Well it all started when Miss Levy came over –”

“Miss Levy?!” Drew and Jamal both said at the same time.

“Shush!” George said anxiously, glancing at the door to his left.

Jamal jumped out of his seat.

“A teacher?! You kidnapped a teacher?” He looked at George with a mixture of disbelief and amazement.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Drew said nodding wisely.

“Shut up Drew.” George said.

“Actually he has a point G, how you gonna kidnap a teacher?” Jamal laughed suddenly, “a legit teacher!” He laughed so loudly that both Drew and George joined him; soon the kitchen was full of their laughter.

“Seriously though.” Jamal said still laughing.

They all jumped as someone pounded on the front the door.

“It’s the police!” George hissed quietly, exchanging a fearful glance with Jamal.

“No it’s Sharlene; she’s here to tutor you.” Drew said simply, his mouth still full of food.

George turned to him in surprise.

“It’s right here on the fridge, Sharlene five to six, tutor George in science. Do you need help in science?” Drew asked.

George jumped off his stool, and the others followed him to the door, he opened it a creak.

“Hey, Sharlene, I don’t need tutoring today, I’m erm I’m sick.” George said, through the crack in the door.

Sharlene rolled her eyes.

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher Part 4

“How did this happen?” Drew said quietly.

“Yes George! How the hell do you accidently kidnap someone?!” Jamal said throwing his hands in the air.

“Shush, for goodness sakes, do you want the neighbours to hear, we could all go to prison.” George said frantically, as he ran over to peek through the windows.

“We?” Jamal said incredulously. “We aren’t going anywhere! We are not going to prison, maybe you are, but Drew and I are innocent.” Jamal said heading towards the door.

George stared after him in shock, he had never seen Jamal act so scared, nothing scared Jamal, maybe his Dad, and he was usually away on business.

“Jamal, wait, I need your help!” George said, running after him.

“No way!” Jamal said.

“We are already involved anyway, unless we report you George, we could go to prison we already know.” Drew said nodding.

“Drew shut up!” Jamal snapped.

“My dad’s a lawyer, I heard it, it’s called aiding and abetting.” Drew went on undeterred.

“O great! Thanks a lot George, we are all going to prison, do you know what they do to kids in prison?!” Jamal said exasperated.

George shook his head.

“Exactly! There are no kids in prison, they get killed right away.” Jamal said looking at Drew who shrugged.

“I don’t know about kids in prison, I know teenagers go to Juvenile detention, Jamal you’re a teenager now, you don’t have to die.” Drew said.

George and Jamal both sighed.

“Look, I didn’t want to involve you, I just really need your help –”

“You need my help! Just let them go!” Jamal said, looking around, “Where are they?” He said voice hushed.

George smiled a little as he realised Jamal was staying.

“She’s in the basement.” George said, his voice also hushed.

“A basement? O my God, who has a basement, apart from Americans, I’d understand if Drew had a basement –”

“My Dad is American, and he doesn’t have a basement.” Drew said, walking towards the kitchen.

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher Part 2

“I like that pattern bit.” Drew praised.

“I can show you, where’s your laptop?” Jamal asked looking around.

George looked around in confusion. “I don’t know, I think I left it…”

George tried to remember where he had left his laptop, they moved into the living room, as he looked under his coat, then he remembered why his laptop was missing.

“I didn’t call you here to play?!” George exploded suddenly, and Jamal and Drew both jumped in surprise.

“What the hell George?!” Jamal complained nearly dropping his phone.

“The reason I called you here…” George hesitated as he glanced at Drew.

“You can trust me G.” Drew said nodding vigorously.

“No, I can’t! You couldn’t keep a secret to save your life.” George said.

“Yes I could, I so could! I didn’t tell you that Jamal kissed Tina yesterday!” Drew said proudly.

George and Jamal both sighed.

“O, oops, sorry Jamal, but I am good at keeping secrets, I kept my Mum’s secret about her handbag, o shoot, this is hard, but it’s only cause I’m thinking about it, if you tell me and I don’t think about it, I won’t tell, promise!” Drew said so quickly, that George wasn’t sure he had heard everything he had said.

“You’re so stupid sometimes Drew.” Jamal said giving Drew a look, before turning back to George. “I didn’t really kiss Tina, I know you like her.”

“Yeah right, and Drew knows how to keep secrets.” George said crossing his hands over his chest.

“All right whatever,” Jamal said rolling his eyes, “what’s this big secret then, that’s so huge! I was having a nice time at home playing.” Jamal said eyeing the TV.

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher

George paced the length of the front door, waiting for his friends to arrive, he was nervous and jittery, and kept casting furtive glances to a door to his left, were his entire life had changed with one stupid mistake. He cursed himself again for his stupidity, and his eyes stung with unshed tears, but he couldn’t go back. A knock at the door startled him and he moved to the window in the living room to peer outside, confirming that it was his friend Jamal he raced back to the front door, and slowly opened the heavy wooden door.

“What’s all the big fuss G? This better be good!” Jamal said as he walked in.
George looked at Drew in disappear as he also walked in.

“I told you to come alone!” George complained as he closed the door, he put the chain on and locked the door, then double checked it was securely locked.

“Hey! I thought we were friends?!” Drew complained, distracted as he glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

George sighed and glared at Jamal, who looked unrepentant as he shrugged.

“So, what’s the big drama?” Jamal demanded, “I just built this fountain in Minecraft, why weren’t you on?”

“I was –” George began.

“You should have seen it George, the biggest fountain I had ever seen, it was gold and blue and purple, I saw it, Jamal invited me over.” Drew said smiling widely.

“Trust me G, it was cool, I spent like five hours building it.” Jamal said proudly, and he got out his phone.

George was momentarily distracted as he leaned towards Jamal, and saw a picture of a huge and admittedly impressive fountain.

Short Story: Cyber’s Ghost Part Twelve

Suddenly she turned and ran out of the room.

Jared had been prepared for this, he told the camera across the street to turn, they saw directly into the house. Tanisha ran for the phone. She tried her Mum first, the line was engaged, then her Dad, the same thing happened. Jared had disconnected the phone.

Tanisha ran out of the living room, Jared put the TV on to static. Controlling the TV, had been difficult, because for Jared to control an object, he would either have to be in the immediate vicinity or connect to it via Wi-Fi, and since the TV wasn’t smart he had gone down to where Tanisha lived and connected with the TV, testing his control by changing the channel and controlling the volume.

Tanisha took one look at the TV, screamed and ran from the room. The static seemed to work.

Tanisha was crying now, she ran back into her room and closed her laptop, she unplugged the TV, and sat on the front porch sobbing.

“I feel sorry for her.” Jade said softly.

“So do I.” Jared said slowly, as they watched Tanisha still crying.

“Let’s not do that ever again.” Jade said.

“Let’s hope no one ever gives us a reason to do it again.” Jared amended.

“I’m glad Salma was avenged, and I think I’m going to give my own laptop a rest, maybe go outside, and play or something.” Jade said, she looked a little disturbed as she turned away from the monitor, and Jared mourned the loss of her innocence.

“You’re really powerful J,” Jade said smiling at him. “I’m so glad you’re good, because,” her eyes shifted to the screen, “imagine if you were evil.” She said meeting his gaze; the serious look on her face didn’t suit her youthful face.

Jared laughed, “Don’t worry; no dreams of world domination here.”

Jade ginned. “Don’t worry J, one day, you’ll use your powers, you’ll save people, or at the very least police them online.”

“One day.” Jared said nodding, then he severed his connection to his ghost.

Short Story: Cyber’s Ghost Part Eleven

Jared was really going to miss this connection. The feeling of being connected to everything was addictive, and if was really going to stop using his powers after this, he was going to have to go cold turkey. The connection was never really severed, so when he wanted to connect, it was barely a thought in his mind.
Tanisha’s laptop was already at the forefront of his mind.

Jared could hear Jade breathing beside him, she wasn’t happy and didn’t even look vindictive, just determined, that more than anything assured his conscious that they were doing the right thing.

Tanisha was on her Facebook, uploading a selfie she had just taken.

“She’s pretty.” Jade said surprised.

Jared raised his eyebrow.

She shrugged. “I can’t understand why she is jealous.”

“It’s not just about looks, Salma is popular, that’s why Tanisha hates her.”

“So because of that Tanisha thinks Salma should kill herself?” Jade said looking at the picture Tanisha was still uploading with disgust.

“Teach her a lesson.” Jade said, narrowing her eyes.

Jared took control of Tanisha’s laptop with an ease that both; thrilled and terrified him. He pulled up the pictures Jade had taken of Salma at the hospital whiles he cancelled Tanisha’s upload. He then bombarded Tanisha’s laptop with the images; he turned on her webcam, and placed it on a separate monitor. They watched her as she jumped back.
Jared kept the stream up, as Tanisha tried to turn off her laptop, but Jared bypassed the command easily. Tanisha backed up, her face so fearful that Jared felt a twinge of regret. But before he felt too bad, he began typing.

Salma Sinclair, 12 years old, on suicide watch because of your words.

Do you want to be a murderer?

Tanisha Parson’s?

Do you want to be a murderer?

Stop writing hate. If you have nothing good to say, don’t say anything!

Jared bombarded her with more pictures.

Tanisha had backed up to the wall, staring at the screen in horror.

Short Story: Cyber’s Ghost Part Seven

Jared hadn’t been on his laptop in almost three days, it felt like an eternity, but he was afraid, afraid he might do something stupid. He had been looking out for George, walking past his house, but he seemed fine. The police weren’t breaking down his door, and George seemed to be lying low, hopefully his vigilante days were over.

Jared slowly made his way downstairs to his lair, he hesitated as he sat behind his desk; he ran a finger across his keyboard. ‘Gifts are supposed to be used.’ He remembered his sister saying, but what about gifts that where dangerous. But what made them dangerous? His powers weren’t intrinsically bad, but the potential was there, so much potential to do bad, that it scared him, and how could he control something that scared him? But he owed it to his sister, he owed it to Salma.

Jared closed his eyes and pressed down on the power key, the connections rushed towards him, before his laptop had even fully powered up. Jared sighed, how would he ever live without the connection once he finished this task? Jared coasted along with the connections; so much life was happening in cyber space, Skype messages, e-mails, messengers, chat-rooms, streaming of various music, films and games. Browsing, endless browsing. But he couldn’t stop, even though it would be so easy to get side-tracked, to become absorbed in other people’s lives especially when they put it out there so freely. Jared opened his eyes, but he could still feel the connection, humming at the back of his head, waiting for him like a ghost in the night, he could sense several things his brain was flagging up for his attention, but he needed to focus.