I'm walking towards the entrance of my school with tear stained cheeks. I feel eyes staring at me, but at this point in my life I grew not to care. I enter the door to my school to go to my next class which is math. I make my way to the staircase, still effected by the flashback I recently had. I go up to the second floor with mixed emotions. I took a moment to collect my myself when I realize I wasn't alone in the stairwell, I hear panting. I go up the stairs a little quicker to try to leave the stairwell, but as I go up the panting gets louder and louder. When I finally get to the top of the staircase I see a male bent over and his hands on his knees, when he realized I was there he stood up and looked at me still breathing heavily. He had a white t-shirt with black ripped jeans and black and white worn out converse, his eyes were ocean blue and his hair was a chocolate brown with slight blonde highlights. While I was still observing him the bell rang and brung me back to reality. I scurried off to avoid being late to my next class. I think about who in the world that boy was, I've never seen him before. Well that's not a surprise I don't have any friends. Still walking down the long hallway I look for the classroom I need to go to, I finally arrive at my destination and I rush inside. People are setting down their things and taking out their supplies needed so I do the same. While I take out my supplies I take out my mirror so I can clean my face so I can at least look decent. I grab a wet one from my bag and wipe my face, then I fix my hair into a quick high pony tail and put my mirror away. I fix up my desk so it will be ready for when the class starts. Everyone is talking to their friends and I'm just sitting there. Then the teacher walks in the noise dies down. I give out a huge sigh of relief, and sit up straight so that we can actually start learning. At this point the room is completely quiet except for a few whispers. This is the teacher most kids are scared of, I don't know why because he can't lay a single finger on them so there's nothing to be afraid of. "Ok class pull out your textbooks and go to page 253." Since I already have my textbook on my desk I flip to the page he said, I look at the page and sigh in frustration. This is going to be a LONG day.
A/N : ok so second chapter was it good ??? Still short but I'm still working on it.
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In love with a murderer
Misterio / SuspensoHi my name is Mackenzie, Mack for short. My bestfriends name is Alex, she was the perfect bestfriend. She was goofy, always positive, very smart, and beautiful. Notice how I said, was, what I mean by that is she's dead. She got murdered a few months...
