Before I could look into the room, I heard loud footsteps walking across the tile floor outside, near the elevator. Gasping, I silently ran across the room and switched the light off. I took a couple of steps back making sure that I didn't bump into any of the isles. Looking through a small crack from the window to the sign I saw Dylon looking straight at the door. If I hadn't concentrated on being silent, I would have let out a small scream. Stepping back slightly, I slid my foot on the floor making it squeak. Swearing inwardly, I stood there, frozen in time like a statue. He kept staring at the door with curious eyes. Finally, he moved. Sliding his foot across the floor, he came towards me. No, no, no, no, no! If I was going to be caught I might as well fake like I fainted or something. I bent my knees getting ready to lie on the floor, but never fully did. As soon as he reached for the handle, the elevator doors opened. He turned then sprinted down the hall just catching the elevator. I still didn't move though. When the doors closed, I exhaled. I didn't even realize I held my breath. Alex, Alex, Alex, how do you do it? You've managed to get out of yet another sticky situation. I walked quietly opened the door, moved the tree, then tried to lock it back with my bobby pin. I had no luck whatsoever. Oh well, like they'll ever know. I placed the tree back in the spot I took it from. I called the elevator up and waited. It didn't take long, the elevator doors opened within seconds. To my surprise Dylon was there. My mouth hung open and I just stared at him. He smiled for a second, wiped it away, and then narrowed his eyes. After I couple more seconds, he broke the silence. "What the hell are you staring at?" "Nothing," I said and walked in the elevator with him. Alex! What are you doing? You're walking into a solid room with no camera's, that's completely sealed until we reach a certain floor. Don't even think about that overhead opening. You can barely- "You wanna push a button or should we just stand here waiting." I nearly jumped at his voice. "What, oh yeah, sure" I leaned over and pressed ground. As we arrived, I suddenly felt stupid. Why did I come here anyways? To avoid embarrassment, I got out and made my way down the hallway. I looked in my bag for my phone and checked the time, almost 6th period. It would almost be time for lunch in a bit. Great, I could hide in the bathroom until lunch, and then start my classes from there. Do they even have bathrooms for girls? My question was left unanswered only to be replaced with another. My phone buzzed because of a text message. It read, "The door was locked for a reason." I stared at it for a minute then looked back to the elevator. No one was there, though I felt like I was being watched. It was probably Dylon trying to get to scare. I quickly wrote back, "Bck off ya tard." "Message sent using invalid number of digits. Please resend using 10 digit numbers or valid short code. Msg. 2114." What? I used the same number. That's just weird. I ignored it and stood against a corner waiting for the lunch bell. I waited almost 10 minuets before it rang. As the crowd of hungry teens came stampeding out of the class rooms, I slipped my sweatshirt hood over my head, tucked in my hair and walked into the flowing crowd of boys. I barely made it out alive. There were boy grabbing me from behind and pushing me backwards. Some bumped into me, others walked behind me stepping off my shoes, and others stuck their foot underneath mine, tripping me. The cruel boys all laughed a "Newbie". I finally followed the flow to the cafeteria. I somehow managed to get close to the front. Entering the lunchroom I jogged to the table farthest away. It was away from all of the boys streaming in and away from the center. If I didn't learn anything in my years of cafeteria lunches then at least I learned that the "populars" sat in the center. Stepping closer to the table, I picked the seat in the corner of the room. No light showed there; it was just what I was aiming for. I sat down, piling my bag on the table. I felt through it before coming across my book. I couldn't read it though; my mind was too busy wondering about the paintings. I put my book away and pulled out a pen and my notebook. I sat there for fifteen minuets redrawing the girls' face I saw. It was actually good; I did always have artistic skills. I was working my way through the flower in her hair before I was rudely interrupted. Someone came in front of me and snatched the book out of my hands. "What do we have here?" I shook my head not looking up. I didn't want him to hear my voice or see my face because he might realize I was a girl. "Hey guys! The Newbie doesn't talk! Ha! What are you mute or stupid?" His friends laughed loudly. I shook my head. I swear, if this freak doesn't back down I-I don't know what I'll do, but its going to hurt him. "Hey guys, he draws, too." Nice, he was attracting a crowd. I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder and shoved me back down. "I'm not done with you yet, Newbie. Tell me who this is." I shrugged still looking down. "Don't make me ask twice, little boy." I had to say something; the crowd was getting bigger by the second. "She's my girl," I said using an obviously fake voice. "Your girl?" He laughed, too stupid to take notice of my voice. "What babe would ever fall for a loser like you?" Now, he was going too far. I might not be a boy, but if I was, I'd probably get more girls than him. Maybe. "Your Mom." The crowd burst into laughter reminding me of the Darren incident. "What did you say?" "I...said...that...I... could get.....with...your...mother," I said slow enough so that he could comprehend. "You mother fu-" "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! C'mon now! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours? Oh wait, no...I do." I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist. The crowd ohhhed like we were on Yo Mama. "You're asking for it, shrimp." "Actually, no I'm not, but your mom was." The crowd went hysterical. Exploding with rage, he slammed the book down on the table. Grabbing it from the end, he slid it across the floor giving him more access to me. I looked up through my eyelashes. He was coming straight at me with blood-shot eyes, and a tight, squeezed face. He rather reminded me of the Hulk. I was ready for him. I can take this guy down with BOTH hands tied behind my back. One simple kick will do it, actually. I tightened my hood strings and looked up.
