White Room 006

Chapter 2

          The dismissal bell rang and I walked over to my locker and some guy shoved me. im not sure why, but he seemed to be in a rush. his backpack was half zipped and his glasses fell off while he was running. He was on the phone with someone, and I heard him say something about Glenn Park, the park that I live down the street from. I didnt think any thing weird of it at all but I had a strange gut feeling to follow behind.

            I swung my backpack over my shoulder and started to walk out the door he ran out of. he was gasping for air, it was March but the air was still crisp and cold, making it hard to breathe outside. A couple rolled up yellow papers fell out of the front packet of his bulky dark green bag. He was still running far ahead of me, so I picked up the papers. They were math sheets, but there was charts and drawings on the back of it. I turned one over and saw a map of my street. My house was first on the street, then my neighbors. Next to it was Glenn Park. But there was one more building, one that I dont remeber. I had lived on that street for about a week, and I walk along it all the time. I had never seen this place before, and it was circled in red marker in the map.

             I turned over another one and saw a pencil sketch of a room, with white padded walls, white ceiling and floor, a white table and one lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I realized I probably shouldnt look at anymore of these, its wasnt my business. I'm a good runner, Back in my old town I was one of the fastest kids there, so I ran right to him to return the papers. He turned around when he heard my footsteps and I saw his face, he looked worried and haggard, his skin was white as a ghost.
"Hey, you dropped these papers!" I said to him, a little bit confused.
"oh! sorry about that, thanks." He said, brushing his dark brown hair away from his face with his hands.

               "So, i'm Hannah, Hannah Lewis, its nice to meet you!" I told him, trying to learn about him. He took a long pause, his dark orange and green knitted sweater matched his hat, which looked warm and comfortable, I really liked it. " where'd you get that hat? it looks really comfortable." I asked him, trying to get him to talk.
"Uh, they made it for me" he said, the way he talked was confusing, yet soothing. He took long pauses in between each sylable and his voice was deep and quiet.
"Your parents?" I asked. I didnt what he meant when he said that "They made it".
"oh, uh sure, my parents" He said, he was obviously lying. "I cant be talking to you right now, they might find out, I have to leave. you cant follow me anymore." he said, the tone of his voice changed and he got aggressive and stern.
      
                 I walked for a couple more minutes to my house. I stepped up the white chipping stairs and placed my hand on the rusty handrail. I opened the door and walked in. I ran straight to the window and looked out at the boy, but as soon as I looked at him he looked back at me. I closed the curtain and locked the windows. I hate it here so far.