logan's story #5

Carson entered the back door of the building. He tried not to look too petrified as one of the caretakers strutted by. Although he shivered a little from the cold, he assumed that he didn't look overly shooken up seeing as to how most of the boys that passed by him didn't say anything. Carson found out that this hypothosis was wrong however. Ms. Davis, the nurse, stopped and stared at him for a few seconds. "Is something wrong?", she asked with a look of uncertainty. "You look a little shaken up." "uhhh... nope, i feel fine.", Carson replied trying to look as if he had no clue as to what she was talking about. "Alright then." Ms. Davis said. "Remember not to go to your 6th period class tomorrow, we have an assembly." She walked off in the direction of her office.
Carson decided that he'd better talk to someone about this.
He took a left and found that he was facing the door to the main office. A boy walked out crying, a small piece of paper folded in his hands. This didn't help Carson's nervous frame of mind at all. He stepped into the dimly lit room. "Is there something I can help you with?" the receptionist asked while typing at an astonishing speed on her laptop. "Yeah, I need to see the counselor." Carson replied. The woman closed her laptop and faced him. "Can it wait until tomorrow. You are supposed to be in your room right now." she said with a challenging look about her that made Carson even more nervous. "No, it is really important. I need to see her right now." Carson answered without making the least bit of eye contact. "Alright, I will go see if she is busy." the receptionist said as she walked off down a small hall. A few long and strenuous minutes later, the lady strutted into the room followed by a lady in a navy suit coat and matching skirt. "Follow me." she said sharply. Carson pursued her into a back room. "Sit down." she said, motioning toward a black, cusioned seat positioned in front of her desk. Carson sat down. A white nametag sat on her desk bearing the name Margret Carpenter. The counselor sat down across from him.
"What is it." she inquired. "Uhhhh... Um..." it seemed to Carson as though his tongue had turned to stone. "Uhh... when everyone was outside, I found something. Carson figured that it would be best just to get right to the point. "What was it?" the counselor asked, an annoyed look spread across her thin face. "Ummm... it was a skull, a human skull. I left my jacket there to mark where it is." Carson replied. Mrs. Carpenter seemed as though she had just heard another routine announcement. This shocked Carson but made him even more curious to hear her reply. "Alright, I will see what the police can do. Tell all of the boys not to go out in the trees any more."she alleged. "Don't worry." she said as she stood up and ended the conversation. She filed Carson out the door and disappeared into another room. Carson sauntered out into the hall and started toward his dorm. He now had a lot more on his mind than he did when he had entered the office.