You Found Me

Chapter 4

SANG POV

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as a desert. I glance at the door, the floor, then back to him. It is so hard to keep eye contact with Mr. Blackbourne. Stupid teacher. "Look, I'm just tired." It's true. I barely sleep anymore. Nightmares plague me regularly and I honestly don't feel like revisiting my private hell every night.

"Mmm, Just tired?" He repeats, clearly unimpressed with my excuse.

My eyebrow raises, daring him to cross me.

"So what song are you working on?" He inquires.

I narrow my eyes and slightly cock my head to the side, skeptical of why he would take such an interest in my music.

"If I'm letting you skip class for this, you have to keep good grades and you have to actually express yourself or whatever Mr. Stroufield assigned you to do. I will check up on you regularly."

"Umm...Okay?" I say, slightly confused. "The song I'm working on is Out of the Woods. Well, I finished the writing and recording but I just have to record my voice onto the track. " I pull up Garage Band on my laptop and slip on my headphones. I'm not exactly sure I want to play this song to him but hey, you can't really disobey a teacher who let you skip class. Once Garage Band loads I open track 5 and press the voice over button. I start singing, hoping I don't break down and cry in the middle of the song.

Out of the Woods - Taylor Swift

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple
We were lying on your couch, I remember
You took a Polaroid of us
Then discovered (then discovered)
The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming color
And I remember thinking

Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good.
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good.
Are we out of the woods?

Looking at it now, last December
We were built to fall apart, then fall back together
Your necklace hanging from my neck,
The night we couldn't quite forget
When we decided (We decided)
To move the furniture so we could dance
Baby, like we stood a chance
Two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying
And I remember thinking

Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good

Are we out of the woods?

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon
Twenty stitches in a hospital room
When you started crying
Baby, I did too
But when the sun came up
I was looking at you
Remember when we couldn't take the heat
I walked out, I said, I'm setting you free
But the monsters turned out to be just trees
When the sun came up
You were looking at me

You were looking at me
Oh!
You were looking at me.
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods? (I remember)
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet? (Oh, I remember)

Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good

I press the stop button to end my song. I slowly slip my headphones off and turn to face Mr. Blackbourne. He is studying my face enough to make an outgoing person uncomfortable.

The bell breaks the uncomfortable silence that surrounded the office. I check the time and realize that it is 4th period. I have my books for the rest of the day. Time to rough it. I start packing up and Mr. Blackbourne scoots around me to get to his desk. When I'm all done, I sling my backpack onto my shoulders and turn to thank him.

"Thanks for letting me stay Mr. Blackbourne. I know you don't have to. It means a lot to me. I leave my stuff here so whenever you leave, make sure the door stays locked. To say I was excused, just bring up the student chart on your computer and check off my name for 1st period through 3rd period. Thanks a lot."

"Your very welcome Miss. Sorenson. I will make sure to do so." I don't know what it is, but something about him makes my insides melt. I head out to 4th period, hoping the day that lie ahead didn't obtain too much trouble.

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As I rush through the door of Mr. Morris trailer, I hear the echo of the bell, vibrating from the school.

"Miss. Sorenson, I expect you to be on time in the future." Mr. Morris states, quite loudly over the murmurs of the students. His feet are on his desk, reading a Playboy magazine. Barely looking up, he hands me a detention slip with my name on it. "Up to your old tricks this early in the school year." My mouth drops open in disbelief.

"You're kidding me. I wasn't late! I came in as the bell was ringing!" The class mates stop and stare, shocked by my outburst. I was normally quiet and reserved, but after the emotional strain this morning, I just couldn't take this. One of the football goons starts up an Oooooh. You know that one that people do when somebody gets in trouble. That was never directed at me. I just can't go to detention. Detention means Mr. McCoy. I shudder at the thought. If it is going to be anything like last time..... Also that means that I will be going home late, earning a punishment from my mother.

"Miss. Sorenson, rules are rules." Something inside of me snapped.

"Well then, the rules suck! I don't deserve a detention! I had to race from packed classrooms on the far side of the building to the farthest of these god-awful trailers, and you expect me to be here on time?" I stop, comprehending what I had done. I had talked back to the teacher. Mr. Morris is usually a laid back creep ball but right now, he wasn't letting this go.

"Miss. Sorenson. Seat. Now! We will discuss this later."

I stalk back to my desk and sit between two guys, 1 of which I remember from HomeBase. His name was something Taylor. He was there with his brother. Umm... South? No, it was North. North Taylor. He has that dark, tall, and scary look going for him. The other guy I knew was Victor Morgan, the famous pianist. Mr. Stroufield once brought me to see him. From what I could deduce, they belong to this group of guys transferring from an academy, who dress like models, and look like them too. Everybody knows their spoiled rich kids, and that they are trouble. Never make friends with the outsiders, especially when you are one. So it is just my luck when Victor turns around.