Endangered/Issue 9 (Old)

This is a preview for #9 of Endangered and is titled Talk. It is part Volume 1 and is only a preview.

Talk (Preview)
Vicky sits silently in her seat, her eyes on the teacher but her thoughts somewhere else. Around her many other students do the same thing, except most of them are usually listening. Usually Vicky is listening to but she just had so much on her mind lately that she just sits there in her own thoughts, yet still making sure she looks like she is paying attention.

At the front of the large room her professor, Dr. Ugis Pinka walks back and forth across the room, once again trying to make himself sound cool, by sharing one of his many “I did this…” stories. He did this regularly, truth was he wasn’t the best teacher. However one thing he was good at was giving people shit, judging by the way he saw Vicky wasn’t paying attention.

“Ms. Cummings.” Mr. Pinka announces across the room, and Vicky doesn’t respond. She didn’t even hear him. “Ms. Cummings.” He says once more, with a lot more force and he causes Vicky to flinch. She heard him alright.

Vicky looks straight ahead and notices that almost everyones eyes are on her, including Mr. Pinka. “Yes.” She finally says, and her dumbfoundedness causes some students to giggle.

“Could you tell me what I just said?”

“Ms. Cummings.”

“Before that.” Vicky ponders to herself and tries thinking of something Mr. Pinka would say, and she was even about to take a guess at it until someone next to her nudges her shoulder. Vicky turns to a blonde haired girl around her age.

“Stopping a robbery.” She mutters to Vicky, who quickly nods.

“How you so heroically stopped a robber.” Vicky announces, hoping this girl was right, and sure enough Pinka just nodded. Correct.

“Anyways so after that….” Pinka goes on saying, and Vicky just blanks him out again, before sighing in relief. Vicky then proceeds to turn toward the blonde haired girl next to her, the girl who saved her the embarrassment of a lecture.

“Thanks.” Vicky says to her, and the girl nods her head.

“Sure thing. Couldn’t just let someone get a Pinka lecture, right?”

“True that.” Vicky takes a closer look at her, like she recognizes this girl. “Have I seen you before?”

“Probably, I don’t know. Names Kelly.”

“Vicky. Nice to meet you, Kelly.”

“Same here.”

“So what you studying here at the university?”

“Art. I was always interested in it, for whatever reason. You?”

“Writing. Always loved making different worlds and shit, you know?”

“Yeah, I know what ya mean.” Kelly then looks back at Pinka. “Now pay attention because I won’t save your ass next time.” She jokes and Vicky lightly laughs, before listening back to Pinka’s story. But after another few minutes of listening her thoughts drift back to the ID…...the damn ID. She just wanted to forgot about that night, about the man. But now she knew his name….who he was.

Michael Nicholson. That’s who the man was, and Vicky was wondering if she should go after him. Maybe she should at least find out who he is, get to know the man who made her an embarrassment. Then again she could only wonder what kind of man Michael was.

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Michael sat on the edge of his couch, tapping his foot every second, like he was nervous. Or Desperate. Because in his hands Michael held his cell phone, and for the fifth time in a row he’s calling Sarah. She may not want to talk to him but Michael has some explaining to do, and first was to explain that the fight was accident. He’s also tempted to tell here that it was James who attacked first, but he wasn’t just gonna ruin another relationship in her life.

Suddenly the phone began to ring once again and Michael turned toward it, hoping that maybe Sarah would pick up this time. However once again after a few rings he was met with the same voice message that he’s been hearing for what feels like anger, and all of his hopes just dropped right there.

Hey this is Sarah I’ll call ya back later, until then just leave me a message after the beep. Michael heard that go off, followed by the beep, and he was about to hang up when he paused. Maybe he could leave her a message, attempting to explain himself.

“Hey Sarah,” Michael decides to start off, while the thoughts of what to say rush through his head, “it’s dadd-Michael here. I know you don’t want to talk to me but I got some stuff I need to say.” Michael takes a deep breath.

“I’m a shit person, alright? But I’m trying to do good for you. The fight the other day was completely out of line, and I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just want to tell you that I love you and-” Michael stops speaking and thinks, he isn’t good at this stuff. “I’m not really good at this stuff so just please call me back.” With that Michael hangs up.

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