Freedom

Well Ok...

    I quickly look back down at my tan colored leg, so I wouldn't pay to much attention to Archer. How am I going to clean this up? Oh, there's a little thing of Kleenex's in my backpack I always pack for school! "Thank God", I plead, forgetting Archer was even there.

 I search for the Kleenex's that I have in my black backpack. Trying to hurry the process up so no blood would run anywhere else, I place the white Kleenex on my leg, and wait. "What happened?", Archer quietly questioned. "Oh...um..., there's.. Um... My leg.. It has blood on it",  I moved my head back down to see my leg. His whole body leaned down to where my bloody leg was!

 He likes to dress up! Well more like have to. His blondish, brownish hair styled up to the side. And his blue eyes. His nice tie, khakis! My nose stung from the citrus of his strong cologne.  No stop, you can't like him. You can't like anyone! You'll feel nothing, but pain in the end.

I snap back to reality when I realized my name being called. "Amara! Amara..", Archer called. "You..you know my name?" I ask with curiosity. "Of course I do, I've always known your name. Now, tell me what happened to your leg." "Well I was walking up those silver steps and I just fell. It's not a bad cut, just it won't stop bleeding. Oh my... Omgoodness I'm.. Im talking to him.. He's talking to me...!

"Well I have tap water in a bottle, if you want to use that", he mentioned with his deep voice. Who drinks tap water? Gross! "Guess I can't complain!" I grasped onto his Nike red water bottle that he was handing out to me, and then I thanked him. With the Kleenex still in my hand, I use the water and pour a little on it. I watched as the water made a wet spot onto the Kleenex. While rubbing it slowly against my leg, I could feel the tingling sensation inside me. 

After that whole process I glance back at him and he's looking out the window like nothing had just happened! That makes me mad, when people act like nothing had just happened.

 I look out the same window that Archer is looking out and I notice we are nowhere near the school. We are on a highway that takes us to a different town. Nothing ,but gray roads and the yellow lines separating the left from the right.

Being the courageous person that I am, I began to stand up and notice that those weren't all sweet innocent children on the crowded bus! They were grown adults. From the way they had tattoos on their arms,neck and other places, I sat back down stock still, like I had just got blackmailed. How did I not realize this from when I walked on the bus? Even Archer? He's smart and didn't even notice. Gulping down the fear inside me, I turn my head toward Archer. And before I could say a word, the unknown driver who asked if I was alright, pushed on the brake, making everyone fly forward!