Go Away (#TheWattys2015)

Chapter 1: First Day

Walking down the hallways on the first day of school is always the most important part of the year. Most years never went as planned. I would walk in perfectly and trip on something the next moment, which followed with a bunch of dumb nicknames that would follow me throughout the year.

But this year, I promised myself, would be different. I would show up in style. I took a deep breath and pushed open the big blue doors. I walked in wearing black jeans, black and white Nike high tops, and a cute white sweatshirt with the word "Flawless," written across my chest. My light mascara and bright hoop earrings brightened up my face and gave me a pretty, but gentle look. I felt confident wearing my favorite clothes, including my black SnapBack with my initials DG in white. I walked down the hall pridefully, letting my long braids brush against my back. Some people stared and I flashed a bright smile at them.

A smile which, may i add, was once hidden under rainbow colored braces and even more embarrassing, plump baby cheeks that my grandparents loved to play with. But thank God it went away.

Boys who never noticed me last year stood with their mouths hanging open. Even the stupid girl who bullied me last year, Casey Lauren stared with a hint of annoyance and jealousy as she nudged her boyfriend. Score. Check one: get noticed. I walked into my classroom and sat down at the desk with my name on it. Check two: don't trip. People started to fill the classroom. I looked around finding my best friend sitting right next to me. Tasha. The girl who was there for me when I got picked on, excluded, and labeled as a nerd. She was the type of friend who would rip the 'kick me' sign off my back and kick the person who put it on me screaming "How's that feel?" Also the first girl who stood up to Casey for me and won the fight. We hugged quickly, both trying to contain our happiness. Something was wrong. I could feel eyes boring into the back of my head. I knew that feeling too well. Slowly turning around I faced this weird kid I had never seen before. He had dark bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for days, his hair was dark brown, brushed neatly onto his forehead, he wore a navy blue shirt and black pants. His backpack hung loosely on the edge of his chair. He stared right into my eyes not moving or daring to blink, letting their deep hazel color freeze me on the spot. I stared right back at him noticing the beautiful golden flecks in his eyes. I could've looked at him all day. His bold jawline added a dangerous, yet handsome look to his face. Snapping out of it I waved at him slowly. Nothing. Still just a blank creepy stare. Turning back around I shook off the spell his eyes left on me. Weird.

After homeroom was over Tasha and I found our lockers which were two lockers apart. As I walked down the hallway to my first class, things got unusually quiet. The hallway got empty really fast. Something wasn't right. Could I be late? Footsteps echoed behind me. Looking back I saw the same creepy hazel eyed kid walking directly at me. The same stare was on his face. Ice cold and completely blank. Walking a little faster I looked for my classroom. The footsteps sounded nearer. Turning around I saw he was still behind me. But he was getting closer now and speeding up. I began lightly jogging. My classroom just at the end of the hall. Now he was jogging. My heart started pounding. My blood felt as if it was turning to ice. Something definitely wasn't right. I started to sprint down the hallway. The classroom was so close. But so was he. And he was getting even closer. My feet pounded the ground hard carrying me as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough. He caught up to me. Strong hands grabbed me and pulled me into an empty classroom. I screamed just before cold hands slapped against my mouth keeping all screams locked away and unheard.