Saving Allison

Chapter 4: Stupid Shakespeare

(Michael and Lulu up top!)

Soo? Are you guys happy that I came up with a sequel???

Well. I went to the doctors today. And I have pulled AND strained my hip flexor muscle, my intercostal muscle (the muscle that is pretty much on top of your sternum), and the muscle attached to my rotator cuff.

And I am also out of work for 2 weeks. Minimum.

As you can see, I'm not a very happy camper. I've 3 weeks pay and almost my best friend's life.

Soooooo....those girls are just lucky that I can't kick their asses right now.

Anywhore.....let's get this story rollin'!!!

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Allison

Once the bell rang, I was out of there.

I don't think I have ever ran that fast before.

I made it to my locker and hurriedly opened it.

"Allison! Wait up!" A voice called out behind me.

After I opened my locker, I turned around and groaned.

Here comes Tommy.

"Damn. Are your pants on fire?" He joked.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

If we got close, he would start asking questions and I can't bring him in the middle of this.

"Your locker is 122? That's awesome. Mine is 124." Tommy smiled as he opened his.

Seriously...I think this is the worst day of my life.

"So. I think we should write about William Shakespeare. I think he'll be the easiest to write about."

"Okay." I whispered agreeing with him.

I closed my eyes and hoped he would go away.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked.

Oh well. One can only hope.

I nodded. "I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." Tommy said closing his locker and looked me in the eye.

I gulped. My dad would always say that right before he slapped me.

I started to shake in fear. What if he hit me?

Tommy paused and took a step forward.

"Allison?" He asked.

I shook my head and stepped away from him.

"Let's just work on the paper and after that, we can forget all about each other." I said grabbing my notebook for next class and shutting my locker.

Tommy sighed. "Do you want to meet up at your house after school today? Or mine?"

I can't bring him to my house. He'll probably make fun of me for it. But I can't go to his house because then I won't have time to make my dad supper when he comes home.

Shit.

"Uh we can just do my house." I opened my notebook and wrote my address on a piece of paper. "Here's my address. I'll just meet you there."

Before he said anything else, I turned and ran to my science class.

Stupid Shakespeare.

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