I turned around only to find a mixed stampede of seniors and juniors running straight towards me. I was slammed into the blue lockers to my right by one of the wild animals I call my piers. I suddenly felt a sharp pain running through my arm like a river flowing after a good rain. "What is going on?" I thought to myself. Not one of my piers stopped to even see if I was okay. The few students I got a good look at were terrified. That look reminded me of something I had seen when I went to go see the latest horror movie. Their expressions were in a way, mesmerizing. I tucked my head under my left arm. My right one still had a sneering pain rolling through its vains.
That was when I felt a slight tug on my left jean leg. I slowly peeked through my fingers to see who it was.
A scrawny looking boy nudged me once again. He motioned for me to follow him and so I did... well on second thought, I didn't really have a choice. He opened the janitorial room door, rushed me in and slammed it behind me.
"You okay?" Asked the mysterious boy.
"Yeah, I guess. But my arm is killing me." I said.
He laughed.
"What's so funny?" I questioned.
"It's just ironic that you said that it's 'killing' you."
"How?" I questioned him once again.
"Do you even know why everyone was running and screaming like chickens with their head cut off?"
"Uhhh no?"
"Bristol Chanty, you know, the wicked witch of West Middleton?"
Bristol Chanty is not only the 'it' girl of the whole high school, she is also the meanest and snobbiest of them all. She has had it in for me since middle school, ever since her crush asked me to the dance instead of that lump of coal. Gosh, what is wrong with some people?
"What about her?"
"She's dead." The boy said simply.
"What? How? When?" I asked surprised.
"Well she's dead for one. Second of all, slit throat. And last but not least... they only found her like 10 minutes ago in the girls locker room. That's why everyone was screaming and yelling."
"Wait a minute... WHO ARE YOU?!" I demanded.
His brown eyes widened at my tone.
"The name's Theodore Hamilton, but most people call me Theo. And you are?"
"Britney" I answered.
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The Forgotten
Teen FictionBritney is just an average American girl. She attends school, loves music, and oh yeah... has no Idea who she is. She is on a quest to find out the truth about her life and the ones she loves. Will she win this battle or go on living with a man she...
