the boy in the dark

Part 3

    I was in a different school again. I did my dark brown hair, then I considered my clothing (a white tee-shirt with jeans, white shoes on top of black socks). Uncle drove me in his dented chipped red 1940s truck. The school looked the same as the others, the other schools memories still haunt me. My fourth school in three years. The first one bullies "loser", second one bullies "weirdo", third school bullies "freak". Why, why won't they leave me alone! No friends nothing that's how it would always be, or so I thought. I went in the school, head held low. A bubbly girl bumped into me I fell, afterwards she helped me up. Little did I know this was one of the most important events in my life. The rest of the day went smoothly, though a few snot nosed bratty kids not as many as the last school. I got home and flopped on my bed groaning at the day I just had. Thoughts racing in my head about my school. I wake up the next day, it was 6:30am. I got ready in a white tee-shirt and jeans. My first class was good, but there was a strange occurrence I heard a voice. It was faint but clear. "Help, help" it said. It only happened once, I brushed it off thinking it was just my imagination. The second period was normal, but in the 3rd period I heard something I definitely heard something, or someone. I couldn't quite make it out though. I looked around to see if anyone else heard it, no one did. After that I went to the restroom. I was seeing if it would say something again, it did. "Go outside NOW" it said in a hoarse voice, and trust me when I say this I darted outside. I don't know why I did it, I felt like my body was being controlled.