Hiding

THIS IS KIND OF A PROLOGUE BECAUSE IT'S SHORT, BUT I SEE IT AS A SNEAK PEEK ON THE STORY. IF ALL GOES GOOD I WILL TRY TO CONTINUE THE STORY.

-ANNIE

I run into the girl’s bathroom closing the door behind me. I lean against it and take a deep breathe. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I feel the push on the door.

“I know you’re in there Evans!” Eric says really loudly. He chased me into the girl’s bathroom because he asked me to do his homework the other night. I told him I would because I did not want to get on his bad side, but that’s exactly what I did. I made sure that all the answers on his homework were wrong, and of course he knows that I did it on purpose because I am really good at math.

I am pretty sure he is not afraid to walk into the girl’s bathroom. I look around and no one is in there. I freak out and run into a stall, and stand on top of the toilet. I know he saw me run into here, but I have no choice, but to transport into the janitors closet.

I walk out of the closet and check my schedule not sure where my 3rd period is because school just started a week ago. Chemistry was my next class and I let out a deep sigh because Eric is in that class. I walk out of the building and head to the science building. I look at the time on my phone and I have one minute to get to my next class or I will be late!

Out of breath I open the door to Mr. Jones chemistry room, and the bell rings. I let out a sigh of relief. I look at the seat where Eric sits and it is empty.

“Mrs. Evan please takes your seat.” Mr. Jones says. I nod, and sit next to my best friend Brittany.  I feel bad for her because she has to sit by Eric. Eric is the‘popular kid’ in the school. He dirty brown hair and blue eyes, but I don’t know what everyone sees in him.

Mr. Jones starts talking about the project we will be doing for a month when Eric walks in. His cheek is bright red; I wonder what happened to him. He stares at me while he walks to his seat. Brittany looks at my confused and mouths ‘what happened’. She must of saw him stare at me.

“I tell you later.” I whisper, and do the worksheet that was handed out to us.

“So I went into the bathroom and looked in the stalls for her, but she wasn’t there. Then Julie walked in and screamed! I tried to explain it to her, but she slapped me! There goes my chance with her!” I hear Eric whisper to his friend, Dylan.

“Dude first you have a girlfriend, and second what are you going to do with Maggie? I mean you can’t play football with bad grades.” I don’t here what Eric says because Mr. Jones yelled at him to be quite. Brittany looks at me again confused.

“I said I will tell you later.” I whisper, and the bell rings.