I sprinted from the counselor's office to my 2nd hour. I wanted to try to get in at least 30 minutes of math in (not like a really care about my grades at this point). As I walked into class, I felt 32 pairs of eyes watch me as I slowly walked to me seat.
"Ms. White, would you like to tell me why your twenty minutes late?" Said my math teacher, Mr. Bluewater.
"Later." I said. Like the class needs another reason to think I'm a freak.
"Well, do you happen to know where Alana is?"
"No." I responded. "I saw her this morning before school."
"Well, she was seen in her first hour, and she went to go use the restroom. No one has seen her since." Said Daniel Shue. I haven't even told Alana this, but I have a major crush on this kid, with his short brown hair, beautiful Amber eyes, he could easily be mistaken for a male model. But I keep telling my self that I should stop fantasizing over a boy who looks like that. Out of the 300 girls in our school, I would never be the one he picks. Which got me thinking, does Alana like him? In fact, where is Alana? She would never dare to skip class like this...
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
