*** Effie's POV ***
I just kept running.
I could hear him breathing.
He was so close.
I could hear him calling my name.
But I didn't look back.
I couldn't.
I didn't want to risk... *trip* falling.
Great just my luck.
Not only will I die young, but at the hands of my least favorite person. In the middle of nowhere. Without love.
Can my day get any worse?
I crawled a little, 'till I got the strength to scramble to my feet.
But it was no use.
He was already on top of me.
He flipped me over and starred into my eyes.
He was angry. Boy, was he angry.
His face was red.
The little vain in his neck popped.
His eyes were mean and furious looking.
Those big brown eyes.
Oh how I adored those eyes.
No wait he was trying to kill me!
What was I thinking?
"Effie!" He growled, "What are you doing?"
Umm... Being murdered by you!
"Effie!" This time he was even more upset, "Get up now or you are gonna be late!"
Be late for wha- ohhh! I see. This is a dream!
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My eyes fluttered open. I sat up adjusting to the light. I looked around my clothes covered room. In the doorway I spot Eric. He was dressed in his regular jeans and plaid, button up shirt. He had a beanie on over his naturally curly, blonde hair.
"What time is it?" I mumbled falling back into the pillows.
"It's seven o' five." He answered, "and unless you plan on walking I suggest you get up!"
I rolled out of bed and onto a pile of clothes. Eric left the room closing the door behind him. I stubbled to my feet and searched around for some clothes. I see my black Iron Maiden shirt hanging on the edge of my closet. I shuffled over there grabbing the shirt. I held it up to my nose to see if it was clean enough for me.
It didn't smell too bad so I threw it on. At the foot of my bed are my white blue jeans. I threw that on as well.
After I put on my bracelets and earrings and threw on some heavy eye makeup, I moped out the door.
Once downstairs, I see that Joey, moms new boyfriend, was making coffee. I didn't liked Joey. He was nice and could cook pretty well, but he just didn't seem like the type for my mom. Anyway, I pulled on my leather jacket and grabbed a slice of bacon.
Eric was already outside in his old, beat up, stupid car. I slid in the backseat, signaling I was ready to go. He pulled out making his was to Brad's house.
Brad was Eric's, I guess you would say BFFL. He was pretty cute. Aside from the fact that he was a ginger. And my brothers friend.
I glared out the window. It was totally miserable out today. Clouds were everywhere, the air was humid, and I was tired. I am not fun to mess with when I am tired. Or any other time for that matter.
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