"Okay? A silver whistle on a chain? Naked coach? Looks kinda like a dog whistle, let's see," said Chad taking
the silver whistle and bringing it up to his lips.
He blew hard. Covered his ears in pain.
"What's the matter with you, Chad?" asked Mike from a nearby locker.
"The whistle was louder than I expected," Chad answered.
"What whistle? I didn't hear anything," chided Mike, "Guess, you're hearing things, Chad." He shook his head
and headed to class.
Chad looked at the whistle and blew again. This time he was prepared for the noise, but he was shocked to see
no one else seemed to hear it. The halls were full now with students moving between classes. He shoved the
chain and whistle into his pocket, closed his locker and headed to class. A whistle only he could hear?
Weird.
It was an hour later, after his Spanish class, that Chad had another strange encounter with a classmate.
"So you decided to grow a beard? Or did you just forget to shave today?" Carl asked as he sat down next to
Chad in Geography class.
Chad put his hand to his face and was startled to feel what felt like a three-day old beard. The only problem
was he had shaved that morning, and the day before too. He ran his palm along the side of his face and
realized that his ear felt kind of fuzzy too.