A Call for Help

Chapter Five: Johnathan

   Yesterday, Mr. Blander had been waiting at the entrance again. His car allowed him to get there first. He was there today too. If Johnathan waited, he would begin to do things on a clip board (probably grading something). He would wait there until it was late and by that time, Johnathan had to be home.
   This time, Johnathan had a plan. There's always more than just the main entrance. He began to look at the building. Can't go into the ER, he thought. Ah ha. He walked to a door. Above it is a sign that reads "staff only".
   "Damn," he whisper. He had to get inside. If Samantha didn't see him, she'd think he abandoned her. Mr. Blander wasn't moving anytime soon. Then, the craziest idea in the while world occurred to him.
   He snuck into the rows of cars, searching for a grey two door. There it was. If anyone finds out it was me, Johnathan thought shaking his head. I'll be in so much trouble. He hit the hood of the vehicle as hard as his skinny arms could.
   The car made a single beep noise. He carefully looked up at Mr. Blander. He hadn't moved from his place. Johnathan didn't know what to do now. He thought of something even dumber.
   He walked closer to teh building, picking up a medium sized rock. He looked back at the grey sports car.
   "I'm going to be in so much trouble," he threw the rock. Jonathan quickly went down on the asphalt and waited for a car alarm. A large thunk was heard. No alarm.
   Something was different this time though. Mr. Blander looked up from his papers and looked around.
   "Who's there," he called out. Johnathan held his breath.
   "Come out! I know you're there." Johnathan just lay quietly.
   "Johnathan? Is that you? Come on out." Nothing. Mr. Blander must have decided it wasn't worth it and began to head to his vehicle. Johnathan lay scared between the rows of cars.
   When Johnathan heard a vehicle pull out, he quickly got up into a crouched position. Mr. Blander was leaving! Once the gray two door was out if sight he ran to see Samantha.
   He nearly fell three times, but he made it. He stopped out side the door. He tried to slow his breathing, but couldn't. He had asthma. Giving up, he used his inhaler. He hated that thing.
   After a moment, he walked in. She looked up, her brown eyes full of sadness. The sadness leased when she saw who it was. She spoke, hoarsely.
   "Johnathan." It would have conveyed surprise. Instead of speaking again, she wrote on her note pad. "I thought you'd left me"
   "I wouldn't do that. I'm so sorry. I had detention yesterday," he lied, looking away. She nodded, trying to hid how sad she was.
   "What's wrong," Johnathan asked concerned. She wrote everything that had been in her mind yesterday. He decided to read it, after he gave her a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder.