Superstitious

Chapter One

The bell rang loudly in my ears.

"Crap!" I yelled as I raced down the empty hallway.

When I finally reached English, I ran into the room without a second thought. The door slammed behind me as I entered, and I could feel the eyes of all my classmates on me. 

"You're late!" My teacher scolded.

"I know, I'm sorry!" I said.

I sat down in my seat. I could hear some of the other students snickering as I pulled out my books. 

"I hope you have a good excuse," the teacher said.

I regretfully shook my head. When class was over, I got up to leave. 

"I'll see you all on Monday. Come here Mr. Winter!" my teacher yelled.

I froze in my tracks. Sighing, I set my stuff down and walked over to her desk.

"You wanted to see me Mrs. H?" I asked innocently.

"yes," she answered. "Mr. Winter, are you aware of your consistent tardiness to class?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

The teacher gave me a weird look.

"But I'm working on it," I quickly added.

"Yes, well I'm getting a little tired of you being late," she said. "I know you've only been here for two weeks, but I think that's ample time to get accustomed to the school.

"I'm truly sorry," I said.

"Don't interrupt me boy," my teacher snapped. 

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Now, this is your final warning. If you're late one more time, I'm going to give you a detention. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Good. Now have a nice weekend," she said.

"you too," I replied as I left the room.

I stepped into the hallway only to be unexpectedly rammed into. Both of us fell to the floor and my books scattered across the hall.

"Ouch!" I said sitting up. "Watch where you're going!"

"I'm really sorry, but I need to get out of here!" the student yelled.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked.

"No time!" the other student shrieked.

"Hurry up, he went this way!" yelled a voice down the hall.

The student frantically grabbed my arm and bolted in the opposite direction.

"This way!" he yelled.

"Hold on! Where are we going? What about my books?" I yelled.

"We can go back for them later! Just come with me. I promise I'll explain everything once we're safe."

With no better ideas, I let the strange student drag me down hallway after hallway until we finally came to a halt inside of an empty classroom. After catching my breath I looked up at my "kidnapper" only to be met with a mess of greasy, black hair, a yellow sweater vest, and a pair of glasses that magnified huge, green eyes.

"Alright, what exactly is going on?" I asked.

"Well, it's kind of a long, but short, story. I'm not even sure where to start."

"You could start with your name," I suggested.

"Oh, right. Where are my manners?" he said. "The name is Martin Graham, but those who do know me, call me Marty."