Illusion

Consternation

I hated Monday mornings. I was unusually tired; I hadn't been sleeping well recently. I had hardly done anything all weekend. I just drove around Cedarwood, having a look around. I did some shopping in the tiny mall in the middle of town. I got out of my car with a yawn and walked up to the front doors of school. I hadn't realized that I was the only one at school. There were only a few cars in the staff parking, and one car at the edge of the car park. It was a shiny, silver Porsche. I gaped at it. It was probably one of Clarice's. The school was eerily silent. I peered in the office, but the receptionist wasn't there. I checked my timetable. My first class was Advanced Math. I groaned, and rolled my eyes. Great way to start a Monday morning. I slouched to my locker and opened it, getting my books ready for the day. I heard silent footsteps at the end of the corridor and I lifted my head. My heart skipped a few beats. Lukas was standing there, staring at me. My heart started frantically beating against my chest. I gripped my locker for support. He had a manic look in his eyes. I backed away. I flexed my fingers; I didn't realize I was holding onto my locker so tightly. He followed my every step.
"Um, hi," I squeaked. His expression scared me. And the fact that the school was mainly desolate, was even scarier.
"Anna?" I heard a voice from behind me. I span around. Miss Laivaux, my History teacher, was standing behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hi, Miss Laivaux," I said, my voice still shaky. I looked back, but Lukas was gone. My heart slowed down, and my dizziness faded away.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "You look very pale." I shook my head.
"I'm fine." My voice sounded steadier now.
"Why are you here so early?" She asked. I shrugged.
"I'm not sure," I admitted. She frowned at me.
"Okay, well, students are only really meant to arrive in ten minutes..." She drifted off as she looked at my face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again. I smiled, as convincingly as I could, and nodded. She smiled, and walked away. I immediately felt terrified as she left. Why was I so scared of him? He was just a boy, most likely my age. I was too scared to walk to my Homeroom, so I went and sat outside. Five minutes later, Rylee messaged me to tell me that she was on her way. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get that murderous glare out of my mind. It reminded me of how Isaac had glared at me. What was wrong with this town?