Into The Woods

Chapter 5

       All day after the pep rally my mind races with thoughts of Antonio and Samantha and him. If Redye is really back then Antonio is in danger. And we have to help him. "Now if you will all turn to page 132 in your textbooks." As my History teacher turns away to write on the board I open a group text on my phone. "This is Isaac.  We all need to talk." The first person to text was Miley. "Hey Isaac." Then Maya with her Daria attitude. "Yo." Then Ethan with his cool guy routine. "Sup,"  then there is Natasha stuck up ass. "WTH how did you get my number???" I Simply replied "Flashgram." 

       Then Natasha being Natasha said. "Wow creepy much," then Lee buzzed in, "Isaac what do you want to talk about?" Then I  texted "the pep rally. And don't pretend you don't know what I mean."  Then Ethan texted, "when/where you want to meet."  I texts "By the fountain after school."  Then Natasha texted "Can't have cheerleading practice until 6." Then Lee replied "same meet after?" Then I text "Guys this is serious." Lee text again "Bro, I can't just ditch we have a game coming up."  I texted back "Find. We meet at 6."  Then Ethan text again saying "kk, oh hey I think you forgot to add Andrew to this text."  I text "oh shit I did."

       But before you can finish your text your phone dies. "Agh, what the hell," I said out loud forgetting I was in class. "Isaac, nice of you to volunteer. Since you are so obviously paying attention, perhaps you will know the answer to my question. When did the last witch trail take place in the United States?" I just sat there dumbfounded before I said "Uhhh." As everyone in class started snickering as Mr. Sanders stared me down. Andrew catches your eye from a few rows up. He winks at me then opens his hand under the desk. From my angle I can make out four digits written across his palm. "1878?" Mr Sanders raises an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly kept us in so much suspense Isaac, but you are correct. 1878 is right. I mean think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Just 75 years before The Cruchible which we will be reading this semester. In literature as in life the past is always creeping up just behind us."

        Then the bell rings and Mr. Sanders says "and so is the end of school. Class dismissed." All around my classmates begin to pack up their things. I make my way towards Andrew but Mr. Sanders beats me there. "Mr. Thompson,  a word?" I  stop in mid walk. "Uh yea, sure."  I walked out in the hall I lean against the wall near an outlet charging my phone while I wait for Andrew who was talking to Mr. Sanders for giving me the answer in class. The hallway quickly empties as everyone heads home for the day. Gradually I become aware of muffled voices inside the classroom. "And I know what you're doing," Mr Sanders told Andrew. "I don't know what your talking about," Andrew replied back. "You may have everyone else fooled but you can't fool me," Mr Sanders said back to him.

      "What's going on in there? I  should probably  move a little closer. I already know something is up can't hurt to listen in a little." Feeling guilty I still get closer and move to press my ear to the door. When cold hands suddenly grabbed me from behind covering my eyes. "There you are," a eerie voice speaks behind me. "Aaaaaaahhh," I screamed as a panic floods my body and I struggle wildly against my captor as it dragged me down the hall. "Noooooo, let me go Let." My shouts turn into a gasp of pain as I am shoved backwards into a wall. I hear a slam and then muffled laughter. "Wha, Hey,"  I say but get cut off by laughter. "OMG your face," the voice said to me. "School's back in session Isaac," Cole told me. That asshole. "Let me out you freaks," I screamed. "Aww but we wanted to make sure your school year started with a Bang," Joanne said as they laughed. Joanne kicks the locker door making me yelp and cover my ears.

      "Get comfy in there Isaac. We will check on you tomorrow morning," Cole said through the locker vent. "Byeeee," Joanne said as they both started laughing while they walked down the hall. Leaving me alone in the dark cramped space. After a few minutes of pushing, punching, and swearing because the locker door still won't budge. I slump against the back wall, defeated.

       "Great, fucking perfect," I scream in the locker. "Isaac?" A voice appeared by the locker. "What now? You guys think of some more fun ways to torture me?" I screamed out of the locker irritated about what just happened to me. "More, fun?"  The voice asked questionably. "Get lost Cole. I'm not scared of you," I screamed mad as hell. Bang the whole locker shakes and the shadows all around you seem to thicken, growing colder and closing in. "I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared," I  repeated to myself.