The life we never lived

☁Chapter 8: A little lie won't hurt, right?

☁Chapter 8::

A little lie won't hurt, right? 

       Clutching even more tightly to the straps looping around my arm, I slowly sneaked in through the school doors skillfully. Scrutinizing around to see if there was anyone around or had seen how I had walked through like I was planning to rob the school, but to my relief, the corridors were close to being deserted. It was completely void with merely the sounds of nearby lessons taking place to filling my ears.

      I had managed to oversleep today because Charlie and I talked endlessly under the stars hovering me; a part of me not regretting that I managed to exasperate my dad with fury for my tardiness.  He had previously asked me to tag along in a bonfire the class was planning to hold but I didn’t know whether I could even manage to blend with them so I was still dubious on whether or not to go. I was glad that I managed to at least the first 30 minutes of the first period so it wouldn’t be a big deal if I was caught by any passing by teachers or prefects who would go brusque to find someone to punish.

      I quietly walked through the void corridors as well as feeling like the last human being on earth towards my locker to at least get my books and make it to literature class. A few windows in the corridors making the wind make an eerie effect to the corridors. I had finally made it to my lockers without getting caught when I heard a creak coming from the girls’ washing room, which was on the side from my locker beside the fountain.

     The creak followed with the clank of heels exiting the washroom causing goose bumps to go rushing down my arm. I wildly scanned for a hiding place while whispering profanities under my breath for the person. More clank sounds followed making me shift my body in place, still not locating a place to hide. I had ran towards the other end of the lockers to at least conceal a part of me when I heard my name ring through my eardrums, making me halt in my place.

       “Blair…?” the person question, a slight hint of confusion in their tone.

      I turned to face them, worry and fright covered in my facial features but I soon sighed in relief to see it was just Stella. I walked over to her direction and gave her a small hit on the shoulder before barking at her.

     “Ow! Why Blair, just why?” she cried out, clutching where I hit and repeatedly rubbing it while throwing a glare my way.

     “You scared me shitless!” I sneered, throwing my hands up in the air.

      “You just arrived?” she questioned, now inspecting if there was a bruise.

       Okay now she’s just exaggerating this.

     “No shit Sherlock and do you really feel the need to exaggerate this?” I snorted while rolling my eyes.

      “It really did hurt.” She said slowly in a baby voice, quivering her plethora of lip gloss covered lips.

     “Anyway, I can’t chit chat, I’ll be sent to my dad if I don’t at least make to the last remaining seconds of class.” I said, turning to my locker and unlocking the code effortless, extracting my literature books and proceeding to lock it again.

      When I turned to look at her, she had already gone. At first, I was completely spooked by her ability to vanish without my notice at all. I span in place trying to look for her but the corridor had returned to its empty state and I was left alone to drown in my oblivion.

     Sighing once more for the umpteenth time this hour, I trotted through the stairway to go to the literature class. There was a bunch of new posters scattered to a lot noticeboards or carelessly stuck onto the walls. I felt my lips gradually falter to every new poster my eyes flickered on but to my goodwill, I had arrived to the class.