The Sink

My science teacher was talking, but I wasn't really paying much attention to her at all. I was staring at the sink. It was a big sink, big enough to fit a person into, just so long as they went feet first and there was a hole in the bottom.

Then that got me thinking...

Maybe people do go in this sink. People who misbehave and cause trouble. I looked at Mrs. Bertagnolli. Maybe she puts bad little children into a secret well under the sink and just keeps them there awhile.

My gaze shifted to the faucet. I bet she turns it on every now and then, just to bother the children down there, I thought. The water falls on thier heads and annoys them to the point of madness.

"Is there something interesting in my sink?"

Mrs. Bertagnolli's voice interrupted my thoughts.

That was frightening, I thought breifly. "Um, no mam," I said quickly. Almost too quickly. She might have realized I was on to her.

"No, really," she said," Did somebody put anything in the sink? I need to clean it up if there is."

Mmm, I thought, good recovery. She's not new at this.

"No, there isn't," I said.

She nodded and carried on with her lesson. Yep, I thought, she's definitely 'in the business'.

I risked one more look into the sink. I had to make sure she thought I was paying attention to the lesson or I might be next.

I bet Oscar knows, I thought. I'll have to ask him. Later, though. I've always been good in Mrs. Bertagnolli's class, but if she ever found out I knew about the sink, I'd be a goner for sure.