My heart exploded in pain and my eyes shot open. I grabbed my chest and looked down, expecting to see the hilt of a knife lacerating my skin, but found a smooth surface.
My eyes danced in confusion before another wave hit me and I lurched forward, screeching out in hopes of lowering the pain. Nothing helped, though, as I hoped the pain would leave me, but only intensified.
I heard a continuous pounding, followed by my door bursting open and a figure stomping into my room, the look of a wild, angry bull in their whole body language.
Crossing the room in seconds, he reached out and grabbed one of my arms clutching my chest. The pain lessened and my screa
I stared up at the huge school in front of me, Claire sitting next to me in the middle seat of the car, gaping just like I was.The front doors were huge, glass, and right under a sign that proclaimed “Robert S. Corneldo High School” in a blindingly pure white. The title lay in the center of a large gray circle with a blue rectangle behind it, making it pop out.The school gave me an instant worry about being able to find and get to my classes in time. The brick building was about the same size as our other school, but I have never been good with directions.Students started towards the entrance, scattered in their own pairs as they went to
“Who was that?” Claire demanded when I reached her.“His name is Ryan. He helped me find my locker and stuff.”Claire looked over my shoulder as he rounded the corner and out of sight. “He's cute.”I rolled my eyes. “He's all yours.”Claire looked at me in amazement.“Really? Are you sure? I mean,” she checked the last place he occupied again. “You sure?”
“Go ahead and grab a gun out of the shed over there,” Nathan jabbed his chin towards a large shed, then he finished cleaning his own firearm on the back porch.I watched as his arms moved up and down the barrel, caressing it with his cloth in a hypnotizing manner.The rest of the school day was pretty much uneventful.I avoided Ryan as much as I could and still get to class. I couldn't find my sixth period Spanish, though, so I walked in ten minutes after the bell.Right as I got home, I was ordered to the backyard for my next training. I wasn't expecting
“Elana Berret to the math office, please. Elana Berret to the math office. Thank you.” The loud intercom beamed right as I walked into the school.I looked at Claire, worried about why the math office would want me.She shrugged. “Way to go, math geek. You're already in trouble,” she teased before splitting to go to her locker.My mind raced, trying to figure out why I needed to go to the math office. Maybe I failed my test and they wanted me in another class. Maybe they need to give me my math book. Did I drop my ID in class yesterday?I slung
“Absolutely not!” A loud shout from Stephan echoed through the solid wood door separating me from the downstairs family room.Hyene has been in there for ten minutes, trying to get permission for me to do the tutoring center after school. Apparently, it wasn't as simple as just asking.“She just wants to stay after school for two hours max. She will be around a bunch of people, has her cell phone on her, and we can have someone pick her up once she's done.”“It's too risky! You know what's out there. She can be attacked or kidnapped while she's there, and her training will slow down. I just can't risk that.”
“So, these are the sign in and out sheets, you put your name, time in, whether you are a tutor or student, and the time you leave,” Miss Brewer explained while pointing to a clipboard velcroed to the wall in the tutor center.“I want you to grab one of the tutor stickers as well, so students know they can come to you for help,” she said while pointing to a small pocket containing blue stickers with 'Tutor' in bold letters on it.The tutor center was nicer than I thought.They had multiple tables, four chairs around it, a dark wood making it look more expensive than it probably was. Along the back, there was a row of counters and
I heard the soft tread of footsteps and a slender figure dashed by me. She had long brown hair flowing down a floral dress. I squinted to focus on his face only to find that it was nothing but a blur. My knees felt bruised and I found my knees plunged into moist dirt and grass. I leapt to my feet and took in the scenery. Orange and pink leaves skipped across the grass, which stretched for miles until it reached the trees. There was also a lake with water shimmering in the sunlight. The woman scooped up a little boy in her arms and held him protectively. Her presence brought warmth to the darkness a man in front of her
The empty tutoring center mocked me as I sat down at my usual desk and pulled out my book. The rain seemed to scare everybody away, even the tutors. Only three tutors showed, including me.The rain picked up from this morning, going to a downpour around lunchtime. It has gone down quite a bit, but none of the students showed. Including Ryan, who was actually at a Student Council meeting.Apparently everybody hated rain.Ryan came yesterday too, staying for another tutoring session. I'm guessing it will start to become a regular thing. He was really smart, but the material is just hard for him to grasp.