I slunk down in my seat while everyone laughed. I probably would have been one joining in if I were at my old school or if i weren't too busy thinking that the strange boy i saw in the hallway was sitting two rows behind me. I glance back to see a sketchbook resting on his lap and a pencil quickly working away. once returned to my original position, I drowned the teachers voice out and stared at the clock. Only five more minutes left of class.
Had I really been that late to class or had class just gone by that fast?
The bell rang and the teacher was yelling, trying to remind the class that some assignment was due tomorrow.
As I walked out I hear the teacher stop the boy, having a brief discussion on This-is-not-how-we-run-our-school-so-behave. I did make the boys name out though. Dragard. I had never heard that name before but it wounded cool. I walked away before Dragard walked out. I had a problem with being noticed today. I was going to be a loner at this school and I liked the thought of it.
I checked my schedule. History was next. This was one subject I had always dreaded. I wnet to my locker pretending to drop something off even thought I had barley anything today. I was just trying to waste time. I slammed the door shut. As if on cue the second bell went off. I sighed. I wasn't planning on wasting that much time and now I was going to be late again.
As I walked through the hallway I got the eerie feeling that someone was following me. I look back and see nothing. I kept walking but the felling was becoming more intense every step I took. I turned around one more time and in the corner of my eye, I saw something scurry across the hallway. For the first time in two years I screamed. I didn't know why I did because it was probably just my mind playing tricks on my. I ran the few remaining step to the classroom to see a sign hanging on the door.
CLASS IN LIBRARY
Great. I walked back the way I came and made a left. It still felt like someone was following me but I shook the feeling off this time. I wan't going to let it get to me again.
I pushed open one of the double doors open and entered the library. The class had already begun. Everyone stared at me when I walked in. The teacher excused me already knowing I was new. I sat down and pulled out my notebook and acted like I was taking notes but really, I was writing a poem which had always eased my nerves.
