Stealing Home

Just a box

*Beep!* *Beep!* *Beep!* I rolled over hit my table with my hand trying to turn off my stupid alarm clock. 5:23 I flipped my blanket off and rolled out of my warm bed. After showering, I pulled on my skinny jeans, Garfield sweatshirt, and red vans. I made sure I had my folder, notebooks, laptop, and everything else I needed. I ate a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch then gathered up my things to go. On my way to school I stopped at the gas station to get a can of Arizona raspberry iced tea to wake me up. I took a deep breath before i walked into the high school.

I saw girls in skirts,and in dresses; freshmen were walking around confused and nervous. I walked into the locker area and was immediately greeted by my best friend.

"Um? It's the first day of school why are you in jeans?" Asked Aubrey.

"Because it's our senior year and I have no one to impress." I said.

"Whatever! Did you have fun with softball this summer?" She asked.

" yah I met some cool people." I told her.

"Danny asked me out!" Aubrey blurted.

"What! Aww I knew it! You two are so cute." I said excited for my best friend.

*one month later*

I woke up before my alarm went off. I pulled on my shorts and senior homecoming shirt. I made sure I had my computer, flash drive, and camera. I pulled on my purple One piece and red converse. I grabbed my keys and backpack and rushed off to school. It was homecoming, I had made a video for the pep-rally. As I pulled into the parking lot I knew it was going to be a crazy day. I got to skip class all day to help set up the pep-rally and get everything ready. During second period there was an announcement that all sophomores, juniors, and seniors were to report to the auditorium. Ms. Jackson, the student council advisor sent us to the auditorium. I had to stand in the back because I was the last one there and all the seats were full. Mr. Anderson our vice principle told everyone to quiet down and that they would start shortly. As he was talking I was tapped on the shoulder and pulled out of the auditorium by Jake, the senior president of the student council.

"Hey can you bring the outfits for the senior boys dance into the choir room for me?" He asked.

"Yah, sure thing. Anything to get out of listening to Anderson's babble." I said.

"Thanks your a life saver. I have so much stuff to get ready." He said before running back towards ms. Jackson's room.

I grabbed the box and walked over to the door going into the choir room. I tried opening it but it was locked. I heard noise coming from the band room but I assumed it was just the pep band getting ready for the pep-rally. I carried the box around to the back door that went into the storage area for the band instruments and carried the box to the door that connects that room to the choir room. I sat the box down and walked back to the storage room and was immediately surrounded by hulking men.

"What the heck!?" I shrieked when one picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I was sat in a chair in the band room. There where people all over the place. None of them were students though. Another rather tall man appeared in front of me.

"What are you doing in here?!" He half yelled half asked.

"Hmpf" I sneered, rolling my eyes at the man.

"Answer the question." He said in a very rude tone.

I just stared at him not responding.

"Answer the question before I have you suspended." He growled.

"I will not answer to a rude, impolite, egotistical person like yourself." I stated to him.

His face started getting red with anger but suddenly he calmed down.

"I'm sorry but I am under a lot of stress right now. No one was to be allowed access to this area, and you somehow got in here. So will you so kindly tell me how you got in here and why?" He asked in the most polite voice I believe he could muster.

"The back door" I said pointing to my entry point.

"Ronald go over there and make sure no one else comes in unless they should be in here." He said to a burley dark skinned man.

"Soo..." I said.

"So what?" The man asked.

"What's your name?" I said as if it was a dumb question.

"Russell Blake, but you may call me Rus." He said putting out his hand.

"Molly!" I said shaking his hand.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously.

"I manage the tour for..." Rus said stopping after for.

"For who?" I questioned.

Right after I asked that question a group of people walked in to door that I came in from. Once I realized who they were I immediately sprinted out the door past them, then outside to the stadium.