Chapter39:

“So? What were the dreams about?”  The crew and I sat at our usual table in the cafeteria, munching on the day’s hamburger and fries specialty. Ricky looked up at me from devouring his burger, surprise written across his face. “Oh, nothing really. Stupid things.” he mumbled, still half chewing.  Vi looked at us from across the table, a questioning look on her face. Ricky must have seen it because he quickly went back to his lunch before anyone could ask him any more questions. I followed his lead, not really wanting to be subjected to Vi’s alien-probe-interrogation... especially since I didn’t actually know much. “Oh Kay, I heard what happened with Mr. Peterson.” Josh piped up from next to Vi. He was looking rather emo today, decked out in a slipknot shirt and eyeliner (he’d probably avoided the principle all day because of it), which made the smile he wore seem out of place.  “What happened?” I asked, my attention captured.  “Practically nothing. The jerk has to serve a few years but