Chapter Four | What the...
[Time skip to end of school day]
When the final bell rang, I ran out of that classroom. I couldn't wait to get the heck out of there. What happened in 4th period was pretty freaky, so I didn't want to run into any other incidents. I walk home from school, even though my house really isn't that close. I was probably halfway there, and I looked at my phone, and it was 4:37. What's been taking me so long? I usually arrive home by 3:45 or something.
As I walked, I couldn't help but stare down at my feet. Then my eyes moved to my shadow. Then I looked at my feet again, but I looked up quickly, to watch where I was going.
I then saw a guy with a black hoodie on. His hood was covering his eyes, but I thought I saw him looking at me, as he walked the opposite direction. I looked back down, trying desperately not to make eye contact with him.
I then felt a strange sharp pain in my side, as if someone got like a pocket knife and stabbed my torso. I lifted my sweatshirt up, but there was nothing there. I looked back. The guy in the black sweatshirt was staring at me.
I thought I had no choice. I started running, as fast as my legs could move. I could hear him running, but when I looked back, nobody was there. But I couldn't stop, and I thought, Oh God, if I stop running, I'm going to die,
I was close to my house, so I started to slow down because I was so tired, but I heard running, and the sound was getting closer. I ran faster, and once I got to the door of my house, I fumbled with my keys.
Why does this door have to be locked? Then I found my keys, opened the door, and slammed the door behind me. I looked through the peephole, and the guy was there.
I blinked only once, and he disappeared.
Why me?
A/N
My goodness these chapters are short :0
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