A Little thing Called Magic

Chapter 6 - Don't try to run away with a hot guy.

Hi....I know...I'm sorry..I really am sorry...and as much as u wanted to kick my ass...Why dont u give this thing a try and see what happens...  

I had a writer's block for 2 weeks ,more or so...

I want some spice and mystery on the story so you'll definitely read some here. ><

I had a surprise in the latter part of my story so it is better to keep your eyes open...hihihi.  and I'm sorry for the typos and wrong tenses. i'll fix it up later. ><

Xoxoxo, 

A.m.

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It is hard to face a livid serial killer.

Much less a speeding Ferrari...

And the next thing I know--- I blacked out.

Artemis' POV

Sometimes it's hard to let go...especially if you're talking about your tormenting past.

I came to school today to get rid of this excruciating feeling that hunted me every time my parents decided to emanate their teenage romance. They look so earnest and solemn that it made my once invulnerable shield collapse in one single word.

I glanced outside the overwhelming panorama of the city of New York, before Mr. Rowley's floor to ceiling windows. The cars moved in their usual traffic mode, while hasty pedestrians ran from one curb to another as they see a break in the traffic. Late workers ran along the sidewalks while quickly buying newspapers or burning their throats out for hastily drinking their coffees.

I was interrupted in the verge of my thoughts when Mr. Rowley cleared his throat.

I released my grip on the velvet curtain and reluctantly sat at the leather sofa before his desk. The only light in this desolate room, which came from the slightly open curtain on my right, illuminated my russet hair making it a vibrant orange.

Of all the people to see you wrestling with a 6 foot 3 inches tall hall monster, it would be the principal of this freaking school. So much for luck.

I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes while he gave me a calculating look. He pulled a stack of white envelope out of a large folder and he handed it all to me.

My gaze was riveted on all of the identical name that was messily scribbled at the back of every letter I'm holding. I closed my eyes to thwart my rage back into its cage, but before I regret it, I let some part of it to slip.

"I told you Mr. Rowley...I told you for numerous times to stop accepting his letters" I said through gritted teeth.

Mr. Rowley adjusted his rimmed glasses as his dark gray eyes told me that it's impossible.

I shook my head irritated at his actions and lack of concern. This is his only job for the people's sake! What about the million dollars that goes into his account just to keep my stay here confidential?

"I'm afraid that the man is still persistent of his actions even if we send him multiple threats of---"

"I don't care! Just do something. I don't want that guy to...to..." I retorted as I fought the angry tears that threatens to flow out of my eyes.

"We understand your predicament Ms....Mcraile and we promise to take quick actions regarding this matter. We don't want to disappoint your mother."

I nodded curtly and threw all the letters straight into the bin. I paced around the room as Mr. Rowley observed me calmly.

"This is bad...this is so bad...he knows where I am. What if---"