At Oakwood - Cameron Wilde

6: Big Girl Panties

Rocky and I wandered aimlessly around for what seemed like hours, but they honestly were only minutes.

In reality, I was doing all the wandering around, Rocky was just watching over me and following me. If she didn't I would probably kill myself somehow.

I seem to exaggerate situations a lot more when I get anxious about something.
Right now, I was anxious about school. I didn't want my school career to drop down to dirt- not just yet anyway.

I worked hard to get into Oakwood, because I heard it was a really good school. I wanted to get into Oakwood ever since I was in Grade 3, I used to tell my dad that when I was in highschool, I'd go to Oakwood and Oakwood only. And if I didn't make it, I'd run far, far away.

I didn't want to destroy the opportunity of coming here. I guess when I was in Grade 3 I was completely oblivious to the real deal here.
I just loved animals. But some animals are pretty rude if you really think about it.

And my dad... My dad was right; you better open your eyes, this is highschool.

I'm not a baby anymore. And you know what, I shouldn't depend on anyone, not even Erin.

Erin won't be here to hold my hand all the time, sadly. You know what, I should forget about him for a few minutes.

I walked up the corridor, plainly clueless of which direction I was going. My footsteps echoed, the place was so empty and rather creepy. No need to duck and dive for cover, it was all completely calm.

"Aren't we supposed to be looking for the Maths class now?" Rocky asked, brushing a few strands of loose hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

She stood where she was, watching me wandering around like a lost soul. I honestly bet she thinks I'm totally delirious; this short Blondie straying around in a pointless circle.

"Yes... But..." I trailed away in my sentence.

No no, I am not going to look for Erin. It's time to put on your big girl panties and start being independent. Erin isn't my dad or anything- No daddy kink!

I continued to wander around like a total idiot. Rocky sighed and was seemingly forced to follow me and watched my ridicule. Probably to make sure I didn't hurt myself or mess up. I most likely would to be honest.

My hand was gouged already, but next minute I might fall and gouge my eye too. Ah, I'm over exaggerating again. You'll have to deal with this and I'm extremely sorry about it.

I had just realized we had walked into the school's supply room. There were big boxes of stationary, schoolbags, posters, geographic globes and maps, stage props, spare recycling bins, spare textbooks, and other junk.

The supply room was gigantic ! And very dark to be honest. I could barely see many things here.
Where on earth is the light switch in this stupid place?

Then I got hit with a new thought; I'm actually surprised I didn't realise I was here, out of all places in this entire school.

I was too cooped up on finding Erin and I didn't notice where I was going. See? This is exactly what happens when you go around chasing boys; you end up in supply rooms.

And no, I promise that that is not a subliminal message, thank you. Get your mind out of the gutter you naughty little bookworm! If you're looking for smut, I honestly recommend you go digging around somewhere else.

Like, go find one of Izzy's stories or something.

There's certainly none of that kind of junk here.

We heard the door click, as if it had been locked. My current thoughts were immediately replaced with anxiety and stress.

Fear danced all over me like a thousand snakes were coiling around my body. I look at Rocky, she looked like she was on the brink of screaming.

I took a deep breath and turned around, only to face the door. I turned the knob. And alas, it was indeed locked.

"What the?" I mutter and look at Rocky.

Rocky's deep blue eyes where showing nothing but fear, then she stutters, already knowing the horrible answer, "W-what is it?"

"The door is locked..." My mouth literally stung saying this.

"It.. No," Rocky nudged me aside and tested the door for herself.

It still didn't open, she shook the door and started to panic. I carefully reached forward and held her hand, shaking my head and sighing.

"Just give up with the door, there should be an alternative. Like an emergency exit or something," I say to Rocky, trying not to stress myself out too.

Rocky looked at me and nodded slowly. I smiled slightly, thank goodness I could see her slightly in the dim light. She smiled back at me.

We both surveyed what we could in this place. There was no way out and the place was silent. So silent it hurt my ears. It was so quiet it seemed like someone could become insane here.

I tried my best not to panic and collapse, getting an anxiety attack. Rocky was trying her best not to scream and fall to the ground crying. Luckily we didn't.

Obviously, both of us were yet again scared and we were trying not to tell each other. But alas, the fear was evident.

We were lost... And no one knew, no one would care. Whatever or whoever locked the door on us probably didn't know or just hated us.

But why would they hate us? Is it just because we're new here or..? Nevermind, why even try to find out. We're going to starve and die here anyway.

Unless... No, no way, it couldn't and wouldn't be Erin. Would it? No, the only bad thing he's done really is drink alcohol.
He doesn't have a grudge on me, no?
Maybe he is sick of feeling bad about me and just wants me to rot away so he won't feel that way anymore.

I almost began to cry at that thought. No, it couldn't be. But he's one of the only few people I know. There is a very high chance that it is Erin.

Curse my mind and its over thinking. Not everyone is sinister, not everyone will turn on me.
I don't know, my dad used to tell me the world was a dangerous place and trust is limited, when I was little.
I suppose that I've grown up with that thought imprinted in my mind.

It's really not a healthy thought; thinking that everyone will turn on you like how the pack of hyenas turned on Scar.

This school was so big, we were literally just a couple of bricks in the wall. Obviously, my big girl panties plainly aren't big enough, or maybe they're too small. Agh, whatever, they don't work either way.

So now, the only person I think that could possibly help us was also possibly the person who probably dragged us into this; Erin.