The Girl

The End. Or Is It The Beginning?

New in the school and i'm confronted by a girl who looks kind, she asks me if I've seen where a girl went, of course I didn't know, so I asked "who?", the girl repeated the name as if to describe her. I still didn't know who she was talking about and instead of describing her what the girl looked like, she got mad and iretated at me, then walked off looking as if I said something disrespectful. I was feeling like I did something wrong so instead of crying I started walking quickly through the halls, going around corner after corner after corner, till I came to some stairs that whent down, I was dark as if the lights were off. I started to cry cause I didn't fit in anywhere and aperently I was already a liar. I never had friends, I thought that if I changed schools that it would  help, but I guess I was wrong. After finishing crying, I decided to get up and find a more hidden place for me to hide. My eyes were still clouded over by the tears that had already fallen.. I start down the rest of the stairs and tripped over somthing or more like someone. I get frightened that the owner of the body will lash out at me, so I quickly and quietly whisper an apologie and run off to my left. Once I rounded the corner, at first I ran straight till therewas aother wall and ducked down behind a half wall then curled up into a ball. After a few minutes of crying in the corner I get curious of my surrounding, then I stand up and look around. The room around me was small and it surprised me on how I didn't even notice the contents of the room. In the room there's two electric guitars, a shelf of headphones and amps that can be plugged into the guitar, but not at the same time, also in the room there is two chairs. I decide to take a small rest and play the guitar, I plug in a pair of headphones into the guitar, and start to play a song that I wrote. As I strummed the guitar harder and faster at sometimes, and slower and smoother at others I realized that as the song whent on so did the growing feeling that there was someone watching me. I stopped playing and looked up, and there stood a boy all in black, he waved and then sat down in the other chair then asked if he could