Finally Free- A Novel

Chapter Eleven

We made it through the rest of the day without problems. And so, came Monday. My alarm clock blared, and I could head Karen knocking on my door. "Tori! Get up!" She called in a sing-song voice. I growled, and heard her knock on the others doors, and call their 'names'. I got up, dragging my feet below me. Yawning, I pulled on jeans, a shirt, and a long, baggy gray jacket. Zipping the jacket up, I walked to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth and combed my hair, before turning and pulling on my shoes, zipping up the backs.

A black, small backpack sat in the corner, and I grabbed it. Walking toward my closed door, I reached for the black knife I kept on my dresser. 'Just in case.' I told myself, clipping it to the inner side of my jeans. I grasped the cold handle, and opened the door, rigid cold shaking through me. Falon stood in the hallway, his backpack at his feet, his arms crossed defiantly. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded. With that, we were out the door and headed to the school.

When we got to the large, seemingly endless building. Falon glanced at me, and we held up out schedules. "We're in three out of seven classes together." He muttered. We walked to our lockers, which were next to each other, and began to pull books an notebooks from the backpacks we had. A tall, blonde haired boy turned up at the locker next to me. He smiled, and pulled items from his bag and into his locker, before shutting it. "I'm Sean Willows." He said, holding out a hand.

I shook it, and looked up at him, feeling Falon's eyes burning into my back. "Tori. Tori Ryder." I said, smiling back up at him. I then stepped aside, to reveal the glaring Falon. He instantly changed to a bored look. "And this is Seth Black." I said, introducing him. Falon looked at this new kid, and took his outstretched hand rigidly. Then, Sean looked down to his own white piece of paper that laid out his schedule. " I have two classes you, and a different one with Seth." He said, and turned. "We better get to class." I nodded, and turned, snatching Falon's arm along the way. He grunted, and a group of girls, all wearing frills and makeup, as well as heels, smirked at us and pointed, talking to eachother in giggly whispers.