Playing with fire

Chapter three.

It has been a week since I was slammed on the floor by Sally's force of strength and the bright light mark hasn't shown itself in a while either. Probably was my eyes to be honest as Matt said.

Mother left this morning for her big trip with her boss boyfriend and I was now running in the halls to get to my first class, it was 9:27 and class started over 20 minutes ago because I forgot to set my alarm also mother left at 4am so she couldn't wake me up.

Blasting through the doors of my English class while the students were quietly reading, I sat myself at the closest desk that was free well next to Mr popular. Students looking at me, and my English teacher giving me dangerous daggers while pointing he's index finger towards me. Signing me to go to he's desk, great this will be fun.

I finished unpacking and took myself to Mr Goodman's desk. He was now talking to two students, Eva and Summer. What is with these two, their everywhere.

The two girls turned to look at me with ice cold eyes while I just rolled my eyes, looking towards my Mr Goodman.

"Mrs Lockwood, from your lateness and I wasn't to receive a note of the reason being for this. You'll be going straight to after school detention today. I do not pleased to hear your begs unless you want to head to the Head maters office. Please take a seat and read the assigned book that was given to you two weeks ago."

I couldn't speak, I stared at him with wide eyes before nodding and heading towards my desk to read ahead the book that was assigned. Normally in this situation, I would be the student saying a smart ass comment back but for just being late for over 20 minutes and for that I was given a after school detention. Now I was pissed to the max.

I wouldn't have mind, but after school today i have my guitar lessons and work straight after the private lessons. What am i going to say?

Now seated in my seat, reading the book while in my own wonder of thoughts.

"You'll be fine, in recess text mother and she will understand. Matt spoke."

Rolling my eyes, i darted at the clock that is hanging carelessly on top of the door. Only 40 minutes until next lesson, let's hope this isn't going to be painfully long.

// Lunch (aka, break time) //

Storming down the hall to reach my locker, i angrily unlocked my locker and slammed the subject books in the locker that I just used. Throughout English, i was able to text my work and guitar teacher. Work told me that Cassie would be able to take my shift but I'll have the cover for her for the following Saturday. And my guitar teacher just blew it off and said next week we will just have another hour's wreath of guitar teaching.

Taking deep breaths, I locked back up the locker and started walking my way out of the school, heading towards the forest that was at the back of the school.

Reaching the forest, I was now surrounded by 200 year old trees. I took out a blade from my school dress pocket and started carelessly craving patterns into the closet tree. The cold wind blew into my warm skin while listening to the trees dance around with the wind was smoothing. It made me relaxed and helped to release my stress.

10 minutes into craving patterns into this old tree, sticks started snapping. I looked behind me to see two body's walking towards me, not realizing i was there. I quickly ran over to the closet bush that was near. Thoughts came rushing into my mind until I thought it might be two teachers looking to see if any students were here. As no students should be on this area as first off, 9 people have been discovered murdered in here. Including two students from my school that were murdered here in school hours and no teachers were here to guard the area for students to stay. You can't go away without teacher's sight of you.