Interference *SLOW UPDATES*

Frank's POV-

Just as Ray and I are on our way to the music room, the kitchen lady gives an announcement, through a microphone.

"Attention, attention everyone! The people that would usually have music now, are going to be going outside instead, because it is such a nice day and you all hardly ever get to go out. Stay here and staff will allocate you!"

I froze.

Outside?!

No!

I need to go to music!

Ray wasn't here, as he said that he needed to go to the bathroom, so I was alone.

I decided I'd go up to the music room anyway...

On my way a staff member stopped me, grabbing my shoulder.

"HEY!" I yelled, yanking my arm back.
"DONT TOUCH ME!" I shouted, angry at her.

I will have to shower now!

"SIR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING!"

I ignored her, running back to my room, and into the bathroom.
I plonked my bag down, making sure my comics were under my bed, before stripping and hopping into the shower.

I rubbed my arms vigorously, making sure her germs weren't on me.

"FRANK?"

I paused, hearing someone all my name.

It was Andy.

"FRANK, ARE YOU THERE?"
"YEAH!" I yell back.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE OUTSIDE WITH EVERYONE ELSE" he yelled back from outside my room.
"I NEEDED TO SHOWER"
"COME OUT"

I turned off the shower as I was now once again clean, getting dressed, washing my hands and putting my gloves back on- the essentials, you know?
I grabbed my comics putting them in my bag, and swinging it over my shoulder.
I then opened the door, revealing Andy.

"Frank, why did you shower then?" He asked.
"Someone touched me" I replied, simply.
"Where's Ray?" I asked.
"He's outside with everyone else" Andy replies.
"Andy... I wanna go to music." I whine.
"No. Frank you need to come outside with us." He replies.
"But, is this a once off? Or will it be a routine? Because if it's a once off I think it's stupid... Andy why did they have to mess up my routine!" I complain.
Andy sighs, "just come with me"

I groan, giving in and following him to the door, where I see everyone else outside, playing sports, chasey, or just chilling around.

"There's Ray" Andy points to a figure with curly hair at the other side of the yard, underneath a tree.
"I'll bring you to him, then I'll need to go..." Andy says, walking out.
"No." I reply.

He raises his eyebrow, waiting to hear more from me.

"I'm not going outside" I state, my feet glued to the ground.
"Frank, I thought you were over this acrophobia! We got over this last week, come on you can do it!" Andy complains.

It was true.

Andy had got me over this last week, and that's when I collected my rocks! But when I picked up a particularly sparkly grey one, there was a goddamn spider!

It touched me!

Gave me germs!

"After that spider, I'm never going out again!" I say, crossing my arms stubbornly.
Andy sighs, "What about if we go somewhere where there's no bugs?" He tries.
I shake my head, "No. They are everywhere."
"One step?" Andy pleads.
"No!" I say, getting frustrated.
"Okay fine, but that means I have to watch you."
"Can I go up to the music room now?" I hope.
"No, you need to stay here, unless you want to go outside." He argues.
"Fine" I say, sitting on a chair that happened to be behind me, and I took out one of my comics, carefully, then zipping the bag back up.

I laid back, and started reading the book I have read countless times before, although it was still perfectly clean; not one sign of dirt or nonsense.

I glance up, to see Andy staring at me, after a while it makes me feel uneasy, and I can't concentrate.

Suddenly, the same stupid girl from this morning comes over to us.

"Hi Frank!" She exclaims, waving.
I sigh, looking up at her. "Hi"
"What are you reading?"
"Comic"
"Can I see?"
"No"

She looks sad, but gets over it quickly, and she shows me a stick she has got.

"Look! There's a lady bug on it! See it? It's red!" She says, excitedly moving the dirty stick to me, to show me the filthy creature.

"No" I simply reply.
"Hold her, she likes being held!"

Well, obviously. 'She' likes infecting people with her filthiness, if it is even a 'her'.

The girl places the stick, and I shoot up, and the stick falls off of me, as well as my comic book.

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