THERE WILL BE BLOOD || DANIEL MATTHEWS ||

I: THE BEGINNING

Name: Archer, Delilah Dalisay

DOB: 8/8/1988

Grade: Junior, Class of 2006

Home Room Teacher: Mrs. Simmons

Concerns: Delilah has seemed to be continuously late to class and has been falling asleep. Others have noted that she has not had lunch for the past 3 weeks and has failed to turn in assignments at the proper time. Her grades have started to suffer. I and other faculty members are concerned with her lack of motivation to participate in class and with other peers. Delilah is a smart girl, however something is happening that we are not aware of.

Parent Meeting: Scheduled for next Monday

Yes, I have read and acknowledge this paper _______________

Scowling, I crumbled up the paper and shoved it in my backpack. I grabbed my binders out of my locker and also chucked them in there. I zipped up my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I quickly started to walk off, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact from the other students muling around the halls.

"Hey Delilah!" I heard someone call my name. I hesitated for a second, but I quickly shook my head and kept walking. It's Tuesday, I have to get home as soon as possible, they're not gonna be there."

I started to hear running and started walking faster, Please don't follow me. I can't talk right now. I glanced back and accidentally ran into a guy's shoulder.

"Watch it freak!" the guy yelled at me. I flipped him off.

"Delilah! DELILAH!" The boy calling out to me finally caught up to me. He was panting and out of breath but he still flashed a toothy grin at me. "Damn, you were walking fast." He laughed as he put his hand on my shoulder.

Rolling my eyes and taking my best friend's arm off of my shoulder, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the hallways as I opened the door to the parking lot.

"Class's over dipshit, it's Tuesday I have to get home ASAP, remember?" I rolled my eyes, annoyed, but still smiled at Daniel Matthews.

His eyes widened in alarm, "Oh dude, I'm so sorry. No wonder you ran out so fast."

"Not just that but I got this in my locker today." I handed him the letter, as I continued to drag him out to the parking lot and to my car. I fished out my keys and unlocked my 1990 Nissan as he read the note. We both climbed inside and as I started driving away from the school he finished reading it.

"Damn, that sucks." He winced, tossing the note back into my lap.

"Daniel! This is serious! What am I gonna do?" I yelled at him.

He rolled his eyes as he fiddled with the radio, "It's not like you're able to have your parents come in. Your mom is too busy sobbing in her room and your dad is too busy yelling and screaming at you. Plus, your dad would probably just yell at you saying you have no excuse why you're late, even though you're busy raising his kids." Fierce concentration was written on his face as he skimmed the channels trying to find Eminem.

"Daniel!" I yelled incredulously at him.

He jumped back, "What? Too much?"

"Yes!"

"My bad, my bad. Poked too much. Dads are shit anyways." He grumbled.

"Are you coming to my apartment?" I asked, turning right.