I got lost in the building. So I end up being five minutes late for class. My cheeks were burning red. I walk to a seat in the front. I would apologize for being late but I don't think he would understand me anyways.
"Why were you late Angelique?" He asks in front of the class. I sign that I got lost. The teacher seems to understand, by nodding. I ask his name.
"Mr. F" I nod. Mr. F turns to start the lesson. A blast from the past, we started with civil war. I copy down the notes.
The bell rings, and I found my new favorite class. I zoom out to the parking lot. I take a seat on a bench. My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I'm stuck at the office. Find someone to drop you off. I walk around to go find Sheryl. I tap on her shoulder; can you drop me off at my house. Sheryl bites her lip.
"No but I think Eric can drop you off. I'll go ask" She motions for me to stay put. Who is Eric?
Someone puts their hands over my eyes "guess who?" The voice seems familiar. I spell out Ben.
"No" Yep it's Ben. I spell it out again. "Nope" his hot breath is on my ear. I shiver at a little. Ben chuckles a little.
He uncovers my eyes. I grin at Ben.
"Hey Eric says he can drop you off" Sheryl suddenly grins. I motion towards her phone. I place my name and number in her phone. The guy I assume is Eric comes next to Sheryl.
"I am Eric and your ride madam moselle" I silently chuckle. I add to my group of friends.
"You really don't have to. I will pick Angelique up" Ben rushes in. I wonder if he knew me before. I look at Eric who smirks.
"I got it no worries" Eric leads me to his car. I don't want to get in a car with a stranger. I sign that its just off of flux street. I get out tucking a piece of hair behind my hair.
I pull my backpack to my shoulder. I run to the house. I know the way back to my house. Eric waves at me when he passes by. I open the door to the house. I drop my bag and make a bee line to my room.
I go to the computer. I go onto Google search engine. I type in Ben Vale Killer. No names pop up. I type in the towns name. Huckabee no result for that.
"Angelique are you home?" Mom shouts. I knock on the wall, letting her know that I'm home. I type my name in Angelique River. No result that shows any sign of me. So who was I really? Angelique River died three years ago.
I make my legs move to the bed and sleep. As before I rip the blanket off. When I hear the door slam shut I wake up.
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Devil's daughter
FantasySixteen year old Angelique is finally released from a hospital with a friend. No, not any kind of friend your thinking of unless it's a six foot, black shadow figure who always seems to protect you. She can't find out what caused her to go into a co...
