Getting Hooked (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

The sun attacks my eyes.

That's how I wake up for school the next morning. It hovers over my eyes, only until I put my hand in it's way. I sit up in bed after pushing the sheets down with my feet and put them on the floor. 

I walk across my room to the door, where my uniform hangs off the top. I pull down my undershirt and slide it on, also putting my white button-up tee andbuttoning it up halfway. Then I take my navy skirt and pull it up, over the hem of my shirt and zip up the side. I finish the buttons and run down the stairs.

In the kitchen, I spot the clock on the stove: 8:20. I woke up late, this isn't good.

I rampage the freezer for something to eat like waffles or something; then I find toaster strudels and drop two in the toaster. I run upstairs for while they cook and get my flip flops, which I slide my feet into, then run back downstairs, tripping a bit.

I hear the toaster pop, so I rush back into the kitchen and pull out the pastries, quickly spreading across the frosting and scampering out the door.

"Bye dad!" I yell to the old man standing on the deck, holding a fishing line in the water.

I hear him chuckle and wave goodbye as I climb into my pickup. On the seat, beside me, I spot my backpack and then turn the truck on, backing down the road.

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I pull into the drive of my school. And even though we are the higher end of education in Louisiana, our building is still rather small. The building is made of brick and has small, new pyramids surrounding the walkways and around the entrance; there is a pond full of fish in front too.

And, the school also serves as the town hall, and the court, that's the city park. Out there is a large fountain (our main attraction) of Napoleon, the founder of our school.

I jog down the pavement to the entrance and as I walk in, the bell chimes. I sneak around the halls and reach my locker, trying my best to not make loud clacks with the combo turns, but it still squeaks.

I hear steps coming down the hallway, some high heels. I pull open my locker and shove my bag in the bottom, climbing on top of it and shutting the door once again.

The steps stop when they reach down the hall as she searches for the late student she can't see. I start to laugh, but muffle it; I can't help but always laugh in the most serious situations.

The heels click down the hall, past my locker and into a different hallway.

I feel around the door for a button that will release the lock, but nothing happens. The inside is completely empty, but all the others have inside locks! I know since I hide in Alyson's all the time!!

I start to freak; what else can I do?!

I reach underneath me, maybe I can find my phone. My hand travels into my backpack and once I finally get around the large books, my pone vibrates; which also helps me find it. I bring it up close to my face, since the door is in my way of stretching.

I type fast, since that's just how I text.

- Help mee! Locked in locker, come quick-

I hit send, but I notice I sent it to the wrong person, I don't even know who this number is! It was one off from Alyson's number, so I click delete about a billion times until a notification comes up telling me "Your message was successfully sent".

Gosh, you stupid phone! I drop it at my side and it makes a tiny echo when it hits the metal bottom. I huff and drop my head in my hands. I guess I just have to wait and see who it is.