Free Mother of Darkwaters: Book one of the Vessel series by Tony C. Skye Page A

seems to be three more of the wormy thingies. She sets the scope to 500x before finding the fine tune once more.
       Yep. This is so gross.
     
       Squishy sounds invade Caroline's ears. She jerks back startled. The cheerleader nervously looks around the room. She tries shaking of her case of the hibbie-jibbies by staring out of the classroom's windows. The scenery is beautiful. She finds a tree to regain her thoughts in. The wind blows gently enough to give the illusion that the tree is waving, 'hello'. She smiles.
       Caroline breathes deeply and exhales slowly. A small hint of a headache creeps between her temples. The blowing tree, suddenly, stops as if it has been insta-frozen within the deep arctic glaciers.
       “Carohhh-liiinnne,” a deep voice lingeringly whispers from the direction of the frozen tree.
      
       She feels dizzy.
     
       “Mrs. Stoops!”, a girl cries out, “Caroline's on the floor!”
       The teacher quickly gets up and rapidly makes her way to the fainted teen.
       “Make room,” Mrs. Stoops demands. She kneels by Caroline and looks up at the girl who alerted her to Caroline's situation, “Go get the nurse.”
       “Everyone else needs to take their seat,” the teacher continues, “You can't help by getting in the way.”
       When the teacher feels she has control of her class, Mrs. Stoops returns her focus upon the girl who is unconscious upon the floor.
     
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       “Easy, Ms. Reynolds,” a woman's voice floats through the fogginess of Caroline's transition into lucidity. The teen squints against the brightness of the flashlight crossing over her pupils.
       “W-what happened? Where am I?”, Caroline works to fit a solid black puzzle together.
       Ms. Davis holds up a hand, “How many fingers young lady?”
       Caroline struggles to speak above the sounds of a whisper, “Three.”
       The nurse smiles, “Correct. Would you like to try and sit up for me?”
       The nauseous cheerleader, slowly, sits up. She lands both feet on the floor.
       “Here you go,” the nurse hands a clear plastic cup to Caroline. The girl downs the water as though she has been in a desert for weeks.
       Ms. Davis speaks, “Dehydration. You need to take in a lot of fluids today. And I, also, need to ask you something that's a little more personal.”
       Caroline nods.
       “Is there any possibility that you might be pregnant?”, the nurse questions.
       “What? No,” the teen defensively answers, “Gawd.” 
       “Are you sure?”
       Caroline nods her head, “Yes, I'm sure.” She realizes her answer is not sufficient for the inquisitive nurse. Caroline sighs. She continues with a tone of embarrassment, “It's impossible if you really must know.” Caroline's green eyes focus upon the floor.
       Ms. Davis smiles, “Well, good for you. That is something a beautiful girl like you should never be ashamed of. I wish more young ladies your age would follow your lead.”
       Caroline looks at Ms. Stoops, “Whatever. It's just a choice. We done here?”
       “As for your fainting, has that ever occurred before today?”, the nurse ignores Caroline's dismissal.
       The cheerleader shakes her head.
       “I see,” Ms. Davis continues, “Have you been sleeping well?”
       “Nope,” Caroline responds. The teen's mind is much clearer now. The nurse is the woman Jennifer has on her smartphone. The same woman Mr. Donovan is destroying his family over. Caroline's body tenses.
       “Lack of sleep could very well be the cause of your fainting spell,” Ms. Davis informs.
       Caroline grits her teeth. A burning heat boils inside of her. The enraged cheerleader lunges forward and knocks the woman to the ground. She straddles the struggling female. Caroline grins as her mouth nears the screaming nurse's throat. The girl's teeth sink in as she clamps down as hard as she can. Her long wavy hair shakes violently in conjunction