"Hello dear," Grandma greeted me pulling me into a hug. "I made you breakfast." She smiled gesturing to the burnt toast.
"Thanks Grandma," I replied trying my best to fake a smile.
I choked back the cold tea and grabbed a piece of toast before giving my grandma a kiss and walking to school.
It wasnt a small town; but grandma lived on the country side, so it was an hour walk, so I drove. I pulled up at the school just as the bell rang
Running into class I almost tripped over my dark brown oxford heels, my grandma had made me wear them and they were untied.
Limping to an empty desk I glanced at the seat in the far corner where I usually sat to see it was occupied by someone I didn't seem to know. Which was strange for in a town with a population of 1500; (give or take a few) You usually knew everyone.
"Who is that?" I heard Taylor, The Mayors daughter, say a few seats behind me.
Miss. Dawson must have heard because she quickly looked at him.
"Ahh Yes, Walker isn't it?" Miss. Dawson asked kindly.
The boy remained sedentary.
"You mean like the Walker manor? Mama says nobody's seen that old Walker brute leave that house in ages, but I heard his nephew moved to town is that you." Taylor said with her southern accent coming in strong as ever.
"Williams," the boy said. "It's Williams."
"Now that's a down right lie," Miss. Dawson said. "I know as a fact you're Old Man Walkers nephew."
The boy remained quiet.
"I heard the Walkers are satanists," Carter said
I looked at the boy he began to tense, I could see his hand poking out of his black hoodie. They were clutching the ends of his seat.
Seconds later the window at the a back of the class shattered falling right on Carter.
"Freak!" Carter yelled at the boy before getting up and walking out.
