I sighed, walking back home, and really tired.
The class home room teacher voted me to lead the preparations for the upcoming school festival. It's just been two days, and I'm really starting to lose some nerves. I could take the planning and preparations, but when it comes to taming my classmates... Urgh! It's like they really want to see me lose it.
So, in order to calm down (I just actually yelled at them. Me, one of the most quiet student in the school.), I left early, not feeling bad about it, rather, I feel too proud that I was able to do that. Listening to one of the calming song in my phone, I walk down the streets timidly, when suddenly, someone tapped me. I looked around, and saw Mr. Sanders.
"Good afternoon! Having a bad day?" he kindly smiled at me and of course I smiled back. He's the editor that I've always met on my way home.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sander. To answer your question, well, a little bit." I sheepishly smiled at him. I crossed back from where I came, walking beside him.
"Well, not everyday's a good day. Actually, I'm heading to the author's I'm in charged- wait, did I told you about Angie?" he asked.
"Yeah, Mr. Sander. Actually, you often talk about him." I giggled, and saw him blush out of embarrassment probably.
"W-well... Back to what I'm talking about... She didn't contacted us for two weeks, and she just missed her deadline! That neet look alike... So, I'm on my way to her apartment to see what's happening." he explained.
"I'm sure she have a good reason." I said, checking out his black bags under his eyes.
"She always do have one, and she'll be running out soon." he mumbled then sighed. Then suddenly, his face brightened up and looked at me. "Do you want to come with me?" smiling, and expecting.
"Well... I could. I got out of school earlier than the usual after all." I said.
"Brilliant! So, you'll come?" I contemplated his question and later on, nodded. "Great! I'll treat you some snacks. How about tacos?" I just nodded, and at that, we headed down to Ms. Angie's apartment.
A five minute walk, and I found myself in front of a big condominium building.
"Heck..." I mumbled, and he just giggled.
"Better close your mouth." He went ahead of me and followed him inside.
"Oh! Aftie, Sands! Here for Angie again?" the front desk lady greeted us.
"Yeah. The brat's at it again." he replied. Then I met her gaze and she smiled at me.
"Hi little lady. Here to visit Ma'am Anderson?" I just smiled back at her and smiled. Not really sure what to say.
"She's with me." Mr. Sander said. "Well, see you later!" they waved back at each other and I just smiled at her. Later on, at the tenth floor, I saw Mr. Sander took some keys out and unlocked a door.
"Ange! Where are you?" there's no answer.
"Maybe she's not home...?" I quietly suggested. But all of a sudden, a door creaked, then a hand came out from it, followed by the rest of the arm, and a messy hair popped out. I stood there, shocked, then from that mop of messy long black hair, a tired reddish eye looked staight at me, I could feel myself shiver from her look.
I saw a glint in that eye, than at less than a second, she's beaming creepily at me, her cold body, clinging to me.
Flight or fight?
"An angel!!!" said by the creepy figure. I terribly paled, then all went black.
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S.O.S. Monsters Within
Teen FictionEveryone of us are built with monsters inside of us. It may either help us, or destroy us, depending on how we control those beasts. Of course, not everyone of us could cope easily with those. For example, Margaret Jackson. A used to be playful, h...
