2 years later.
"The class is now dismissed," echoed Mrs Smith. A tall, muscular figure appears through the door with big striding steps. He storms in like he owns the place, which I may add, he doesn't. He doesn't say anything but walks straight towards the beaming, enthusiastic teacher. Some jerks at the back of the room make vomiting noises. Uh! So immature! I want to scream but I can't. Before I can stand up he calls out my name. I freeze; hoping I am dreaming. Seconds go by, then minutes and what feels like hours. You see, I know him very well. He's a police officer. Meaning any minute he could take me away to a foster care and destroy my record of hiding for 2 years. Yes! You heard me right, 2 years! Without thinking, I bolt for the door, pass the repugnant toilets and push open the double doors to exit this hell. As soon as I'm out, the fresh air hits my face, sending shivers down my whole body. My brown, curly hair flies in the same motion of the wind while my clothes hug my skeleton. I step left and right, over thinking which journey back home would be the quickest. I choose right. Like people say 'If things go wrong, always go right'. In the back, I can hear faint voices of people screaming at me to stop. I won't. I skip through the forest pushing past a tree branch, protecting my fragile make-up and wig. Oh, I forgot to mention I wear a wig, a lot of make-up and contacts to school so that people don't recognise me on the streets, shops, anywhere. That reminds me, since police would be looking for me, I need to get more beauty stuff. Peeking through the mountains of shops, I can make out my little flat. I begin running faster and faster, feeling like Usain Bolt. What have I got myself into? I think. I just want to be normal and have a particularly normal life. Soon, tears escape my eyes, but as quickly as they appear, the quicker they disappear. "I'm home," I whisper, out of breath and relieved. "Stop right there!" someone shouts. I curse between my lips, not wanting to turn around, facing my worst nightmare yet...
YOU ARE READING
In disguise
Misteri / ThrillerThis book is being jointly written by our CAMReads Coop Academy Manchester book club. Each person takes a turn to take the book home and write the next chapter. We don't know what the story line will be, or where it is heading. Who knows what we wil...
