Finding the way out

Chapter Eight

Lydia's P.O.V

Unknown Number: Remember, you are always being watched

Me: Why!?! Who are you?! Why are you doing this?

Unknown number: six days left

Me: Omg whatever.

I turned around and Mrs. N was over on the other side of the room talking to another student with brown hair and black clothing. Everything on him was black. He looked like a nice kid.

Once again, I felt like I was being watched.

After observing the boy for about to minute, I decided to observe the classroom. I was a regular size room with about 20-25 desks in the room.  Not enough for me though. They're were windows everywhere you went. It felt like eyes were watching me everywhere I went in this room.

The walls were painted a light tan color and the floors where tiled were painted with different colors. I say it was too bright but other kids have probably adapted to it. Being in the same room for half the year your eyes have to have burned enough to be able to stand the bright colors. I guess I'm gonna have to get used to it as well.

As time went on, I was getting more and more bored. I have no homework at all. I thought for a moment.

There was no way a 555 number could be texting me. It's physically impossible. I thought.

For the rest of class, thoughts were running through my head about the numbers. I was thinking so hard about it my head started to hurt. It felt like someone was putting a hammer to my head and by the second hammering it harder and harder.

When class was finally over, I walked out of the room to make it seem like nothing was going on. In my head, I knew that I needed to get out of this place as soon as possible.

When I got out to the hallway, I saw that everyone was walking to a locker. I'm guessing that is was the end of the day or there was another block. That's when I saw Kayla spriting down the hallway to my side with a worried look on her face. Her worry worried me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her in a concerning tone.

She looked at me and stayed very close. I have never had anyone be this close to me. That's when Sam comes walking down the hallway next to Dean.

I could feel my cheeks heating up quick. I didn't want Sam to see me like this, so I turned my head quickly.

When they got to us, I could hear Dean and Kayla talking about something that I didn't understand. It sounded like they were speaking a different language or something. When I turned my head, Sam was looking at them like they were insane.

Sam looked at me and smiled like nothing was happening. I couldn't understand how or why people would just block things out.

I looked him in his brown eyes and smiled back. I didn't want him to think I was scared even though I was.  

I looked at the nearest clock. It was the end of the day. I felt so relieved. I didn't want anymore creeps stalking me.

As I started walking down the hall, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw that Sam was walking behind me. He still looked a little concerned. I smiled trying to cheer him up.

He looked at me with a sad stare and frowned. I started to wonder what was on his mind and I should talk to him. I wasn't good with new people so I wanted to take it slow.

"Hey," I started as I walked closer to him, "is everything ok?"

He shrugged, "It's just, ya know." He paused for a minute then put his hand on the back of his head. "I was wondering if I could walk you home. Ya know, to get to know you a little better."