The Forever Riot

Chapter 8

What am I thinking? I thought to myself. I really am stupid, I should have thought it through before making any deal with the practical devil. Now what? Are we just going to inform ourselves of the littlest thing we see? I hope something doesn't happen and I can graduate semi in peace. But part of me wants something to happen. Deep down, I want some action, I want there to be an escape. Is that so much to ask for?

  I walked down the kids hall, the ones of the second grade. Im to deliver a package to one of the teachers. Walking down that hall gave me a type of nostalgia I never thought to have. Seeing the pictures the kids drew, reminded me of my drawings and how I wished to ride the biggest pony in the world. The drawing were extremely colorful and creative. I saw green and purple grass. Yellow and Orange suns. The most deformed trees I have ever seen. It made me chuckle. A teacher came out of her classroom to put up more drawings while the children were working inside. She looked to be in her mid 30's and wore a white summer dress. Her hair was exactly like mine, blond.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Good morning." She replied formally.

"Im here to give you a package."

"I see," She takes the box from my hands. "Finally, I have the notebooks these girls need."

  When she walks back inside, I look at the newly put up pictures she pinned to the wall. There was a headline to the pictures. Draw what you saw today! There was a duck, a book, their teacher, a chair, and something that specifically caught my eye. It was a boy, with brown hair, standing informe of a man dress in all black. I quickly snatched the drawing from the wall and smuggled it into my skirt. The picture was signed, Anny Rosemade.

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  My heart spread quickly while I stepped up the stairs, my shaky knees wobbling on the way and my sweaty hands slipping from the rail. When I got to the sixth floor, I heard footsteps coming from the left side of the hall. Boots, heavy boots. I covered my mouth while I crouched on the ground. I had to take the next staircase to go back to class. Maybe I could go around? I stepped down one stair case after the other. When I finally saw the shadow of the figure get into sight, I saw it holding one thing. A gun.
  I might as well be dead by the how fast my pressure rose. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, The security in the building don't normally carry huge guns like that. Their guns are small and barely noticeable. I quickly and quietly tried to step down the stairs, but my legs were shaking so fast, I slipped down. My small scream caught the guys attention. He quickly ran in my direction while I got up and ran for it. I jumped and skipped a whole entire staircase making me fall for a second time on the ground but I got back up my feet. Where do I go? Where do I hide? Can I even hide?  I don't know what to do. I dont know where to go. Is there an exist? Can I escape the building in general? I should go to Ms. Jess! She would definitely protect me...right?
  He's slowing down! I can hear his heavy boots farther away! To confuse the guy I stop running down, we were now on the third floor, making our way to second. I run across the hallway on my left to make my way to the other flight of stairs. Suddenly an arm reaches out for me. They grab me and pull me inside. For a second a I think its Liam! But I had to think again...

"Your alright!" Alfred says. I push him away from me and grab a pen. I hold it like a knife.

"Get away from me!" I say.

"Fatima, I know your scared but I can help!"

"Your right, I am scared." I take a small breath. "Im scared of that thing, but im also scared of you."

Alfred stares at me.

"So thats how it is?" He straightens himself up. "Some new guy comes waltzing into your life and ruins years of friendship between us?"

"The new guy, never ruined anything." I take a step back. "You did."

"I don't have time to discuss this with you in detail. Im sorry okay? I wanted something to happen between us and I clearly got the gist that you want nothing to do with me."

"So the message did get through?"

He's silent.

"Why are you here?" I say.

"What do you mean?" he looks up at me.

"You don't have a little sister for what I recall. What are you doing in the girls side of the building."

"I...I came looking for you."

"I don't want you to look for me."

"I know but I have to give you something." He hands me a hand written letter and I open it.

Fatima, its Alan.