The Cottage (8)

I knock only the door, and it is opened by an old lady with grey hair and bags under her eyes. She is wearing black worn slacks and a blue blouse which shows how skinny and hungry she looks. Before I can get even one word out if my mouth, she grabs my arm and pulls me inside. Just inside the door is a smaller we l dimly lot room.

To one corner is a rugged looking couch and to the other corner is what looks like a makeshift kitchen. All the windows are boarded up and little light seeps through them. I can barely make out the shape of a door at the back of the room. That must be where her bedroom is. Worn blankets are spread out on the floor, and the walls are I painted dry wall.

“You can’t be out there alone, child. It’s dangerous.”

“What do you mean it’s dangerous?”

“First-” she slides her hand behind her back and pulls out a knife holding it to my throat. “Tell me what your business is here. Are you a spy? Did the government send you?”

I take a few steps backward. “I um..”

She lunges at me with surprising speed an agility knocking me to the ground; the knife on my throat again. “You better by lie little girl or-” she presses and twists the knife into my knife just enough to make warm crimson liquid flow out but not enough to kill. “- this will go in much much farther.”

“Okay! Okay! Just let me up!” I scream. She lets me up and sits back on her knees looking ready to lunge again. “I’m not from the government and I’m not a spy. I came from school. I don’t know what’s going on but my friends have been taken away by the S.W.A.T. They could be killed. I just-” my voice cracks and I have to clear my throat before I continue. “I don’t know what to do. Where to go. Where to turn to for help.”

At this,the old lady’s face softens. Sympathy fills her eyes. “Sweetie, it’s okay. I know what’s going on.”

“You do? How?”

“Because I caused this.”

Escaping (7)

I sit in a high branch my foot throbbing, my heart pounding, adrenaline flowing in my veins.

Back in the gym when the S.W.A.T surrounded my class, I slipped out of my chair and hid behind gym supplies as some guards walked by checking the locker rooms. I watched as my friends were hauled off and taken to who knows where.

A few of the guys in my class refused to be taken away and out up a fight. They were either knocked out or tazzed in return. Leo was one if these few. A S.W.A.T member put his rough hand in Leo’s back and attempted to lead him out, but instead he was rewarded with a hard upper kick right in between his legs. The guard crumbled to the floor holding his crotch and moaning. The other guards seeing what happened ran at Leo.

Leo tried to run for it but was quickly grabbed by a tall, muscular guard. Leo thrashed in the guard’s arms until suddenly, his body went limp. Te guard pulled his hand back from Leo’s body revealing a serrated knife drenched in blood. I covered my mouth stifling a scream.

“That’ll teach ya,” the guard said roughly throwing Leo to the ground. I could not only see and hear but I could also feel the wait of his body hitting the ground blood pooling around him.

The guard raise his voice and said, “Let this be an example. If any of you resist, you will end up like him.” He walked past Leo kicking him hard in he stomach then continuing to escort people out of the building.

Leo was placed in a stretcher; his hand dangling off the stretcher. I was tempted to run to his side and make sure he was okay. Instead I stayed hidden and watched as every student and S.W.A.T member left before I sprinted out of the school as fast as I could with an injured foot.

I headed toward the woods at the back of the school. I ran till I couldn’t anymore. Stopping, I looked around unfamiliar with my surroundings. I decided to climb the nearest tree to see if I could figure out my location. This is where I am now.

With one foot, I push myself up so my head is above all the branches. With a clear view, I look out over the forest. Some distance away, there is a river and beyond that river stands a small cottage. I have to strain my eyes to see the little cottage because it blends in with the trees so well. Behind me is an extraordinary hire edifice tall and mighty.

I determine that I am just beyond the trail that runs behind the school. But where should I go next? What should I do? What’s going on?

An Unexpected Visit (6)

The dreaded day has come- P.E. Leo has joined the class and is constantly staring at Katherine. I am typically not a jealous person, but seeing him look at her with such love… such passion… the way… the way he used to look at me, just makes my blood boil. I just don’t see how he can fall in and out of love so easily. Unless- unless what we had wasn’t really love. I take a deep breath trying to shake off this thought.

Because of my injury, I have to sit out and not participate in class. I turn to a stack of chairs behind me, remove a chair, and sit down. While our coach explains basketball techniques, I watch Leo. He looks at me, smiles, and winks then sits next to Katherine. His arm drapes over her shoulder which she awkwardly pushes off as if it is diseased.

After a long explanation on how to dribble and shoot a basketball, the coach busts everyone with practicing. She walks around the gym seeing if anyone needs help. Just as she is halfway through and I am utterly bored, the gym doors burst open. At least, thirty to forty armed S.W.A.T march in.

Everyone immediately stops what they are doing as the S.W.A.T surround the class. My heart starts to pound in the crevice of my chest. The whole class is surrounded except for me. I start to panic as I see my coach get shot by one of the S.W.A.T. I look away as she turns white falling to the ground. Blood flowing out of her chest.

Screaming (5)

I end up falling asleep doing homework, and I wake up to the faint sound of an alarm from upstairs. I sit up straight and check the time. Seven o’clock! I need to get ready. I sprint to the bathroom and look in the mirror noticing a piece of paper hat is plastered to my face. I peel it off. Ugh. It’s geography.

Brushing my hair and hurriedly getting dressed, I check Leo’s profile to make sure he actually changed it. Well he changed bit all right. Instead of reading Langeleo, it said, Haha treat me like a jerk? you know who you are. It was obviously meant for me.

I read it over a few times then felt a pang in my chest. Finally, it sank in. I felt my heart being ripped out again. He thinks I’ve been a jerk to him?! He’s the one who ditched me for my best friend! All I’m trying to do is forget and move on! What’s his problem?! I scream waking up my mom. She runs down the stairs as I crumble to the floor.

~•~

I hurt my foot a few weeks ago by fracturing my toe so I have to sit out in P.E. Well Rodney I have P.E and guess who might be in our class… Leo. I really hope he’s not, but I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.

Switching Classes (4)

It’s been a few days now. I haven’t seen Leo at all. Not in the hall. Nothing. It’s like he disappeared thigh I know he is still there. Somewhere. So as always, just when I thought life was getting better a dark storm cloud came along and blocked out the glorious sun.

Now, as I sit in band class watching some musical documentary, the fool creaks open and in struts- guess who? Leo. My friend, will who is sitting next to me, spots Leo coming in and glances over at me.

Will is tall, has redish-blonde hair, and protecting blue eyes. He is not only my friend but also Leo’s and knows everything that happened between us.

The teacher gets up and stands at the front of the class. “Class I have great news.” She says smiling ear to ear. “Leo will be joining our class and will be with us for the rear of the year.”

Several people say things like “yeah” or “okay cool.” Will stays silent (which is unusual for him) and gives me a weak smile.

“How is this good new?” I say under my breath. This not only means he is in band with me but P.E also.

Our teacher tells him to go ahead and sit down, but instead he speaks in a low voice. I can’t make out much besides, “…starts next week.” with that he leaves the room and doesn’t appear again. I sigh with relief.

~•~

Hours later, I am at home “doing” homework. I on Facebook and see that Leo still has our shipped name on his profile. I click on a picture he payed three weeks ago and comment, please take Langeleo off. Thanks 🙂

I am trying so hard to forget we were ever together by eradicating every bit of evidence that we were a “thing.” I decide to actually do my homework as I hum You Gave Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

The Silent Treatment (3)

Later during study hall, I talk to my friend, Riley, while I’m supposed to be soon my homework.

Riley is shorter than me, being a year younger. He is slim having sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.

We duck as a teacher walks by and I giggle at a joke Riley had just told. Bored, we decide to get up and wander the halls. As we walk out he puts his rm around my waist, and I sling my arm over his shoulder.

Riley and I have no romantic feelings for each other what so ever. He is like the annoying little brother I never had.

We walk up and down the hallways casually talking about school and life when Leo suddenly appears coming out of one of the class rooms. He immediately spots the two of us. When Leo pretends not to see us, Riley calls out to him saying, “Hey Leo!” without responding Leo glances at me, frowns, then storms of in the opposite direction.

“What was that all about?” Riley asks.

“Beats me.”

Trying to Let Go (2)

It’s been a few days since Leo kissed me, and I’ve started to move on ebb though it is still hard. I unfollowed him on Facebook and deleted all messages from him.

At lunch all my friends want to talk about is Leo and why we are not together anymore. Instead if sitting with them I have decided to sit with the sixth graders. They are such a joy to be with. They all adore me and talk about the funniest things.

As hard as I try to forget Leo, he is still there watching me for who knows why. At lunch, he sits at the table across from mine talking and laughing with his friends. Every so often he will look up and stare at me. That’s where I am now.

I feel Leo’s eyes on me just watching me. My neck burns as if a needle is ever so slowly being pushed in as his stare bares into me. I have the urge to look up at him and meet his dark brown eyes, but I try to resist. I attempt to busy myself by talking to my friends but that fails.

At last, I meet his eyes. The moment is fleeting since he quickly looks away and joins in a conversation. A little disappointed I turn back to my friends and half heartedly laugh along with them.

Holding On (1)

I kneel down at my locker trading out my books for the ones I need. I’m the only one in the hallway since everyone else is at lunch. I would be in the lunch room but I needed some time to myself. Just as I’m about to close my locker, I jump startled by a hand on my shoulder. I close my locker and turn around to see Leo.

He is tall and handsome with bark hair and dreamy dark brown eyes yet he is the last person I want to see. We had just broken up a week before because he liked my best friend. I told him I wasn’t hurt even though I was… am.

Leo seemed to have moved on from me and developed an unhealthy obsession for Katherine, my best friend. He may have moved on from me, but I was far from moving in from him. When we were still together, I told him that my heart will always belong to him and I meant it. I still love him, but I try to keep my distance from him to avoid balling my eyes out every time I see him.

He now stands in front of me looking worried… or sad. I can’t tell which. I scowl at him and slowly take a step back.

“Listen…” he says as if he is uncertain on what to say next.

Slightly shaking my head I say, “No. Leo. I’m sorry, but I’d really rather not talk right now.”

“Please just hear me out.” His brown eyes are wide and filled with yearning.
I feel my eyes start to swell. Hot tears trying to break free from their imprisonment. I feel a sob start to form in the pit of my stomach. I push it down determined to stay strong. I cross my arms and continue to scowl at him.

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry… I need you. It was wrong for me to hurt you the way I did… I shouldn’t have hurt you at all. I should’ve trea-” his voice cracks. He clears his throat and continues. “I should’ve treated you like the princess you are. And I will.” He pauses and sheepishly says, “If you’ll have me back that is.” At these last words, he takes a step towards me and holds both my hands in his.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

Letting go of one of my hands, he tucks loose hair behind my ear then keeps his hand in my face his thumb gently yet hesitantly gliding back and forth over my cheek bone.

“Because I love you.”

He draws me towards him; his hand wrapping around and slightly squeezing my waist. Just as his lips graze over mine, warmth spreads throughout my body and all the pain from our breakup is relieved. I smile halfway into the kiss as his mouth presses harder into mine.

THIS ISN’T RIGHT. My brain tells me.

LET IT HAPPEN! My heart screams.

I suddenly feel all the hurt and pain rush back into me. A lone tear slips out of my eye and slides down my cheek. With my arms pinned to his chest, I cautiously push Leo away from me forcing him to release me and our kiss to end. Looking into his eyes I barley shake my head and say, “I’m sorry.”

Feeling all the tears I’ve been holding in about to flood out, I turn and sprint down the hall towards the locker room sobbing as I go.

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