A/N:: Hey everyone! This is a Loliver fanfic, and, it's the first one I've ever posted on here, so please read and review! Sorry if it's kinda short, but, yeah. ENJOY: )
"Lilly! Watch out!" I suddenly heard two people call from behind me. "Huh?" I said out loud, snapping out of my thoughts. But, before I knew it, I had crashed into a large bush. And it hurt. A lot. Thanks to me and my thoughts, my skateboard crashed against a large rock, causing it to flip over, taking me with it. I had basically just flipped into a bush. Head first. Ugh. Great day to wear a skirt, Lilly. Luckily, I had slipped on some black short shorts underneath my denim my skirt. Thank God I wore these shorts because my skirt was about four or five inches above my now scraped knees. Not to short and not to long. Well, anyways, as soon as Miley and Oliver saw my legs stick u in the air from that bush, they came running. They each grabbed one of my legs and pulled their hardest to get me out. They finally did after about 10 minutes. I took a deep sigh of relief and thanked them both, slightly blushing. I looked down at my outfit. I stared at my skirt. It was clean, fortunately. I then went to my brown, fitted, ribbed Hollister tee. I checked the large, white letters that spelled out "HOLLISTER". Those were clean and intact also. I finally gazed down at my brown, bar-laced Etnies. Those were clean, also. I suddenly turned to Miley. "Miley, how's my hair?" I asked, smooth out. I had it in a half ponytail today, the ends of my hair were naturally curled, and so, it looked nice. "Perfect!" she said, smiling. I nodded thankfully. I sighed slightly and said "Let's go to school. We have to get there early. Good thing we still have fifteen minutes." I said, picking up my skateboard. I think I'm better off walking this out. To be honest, I only crashed because I was thinking about Oliver. I know what you're thinking. Who is Oliver? Who's Miley? Who am I? Well, I'm Lilly Truscott. I'm fifteen years old and my best friends are Miley and Oliver. Miley just moved here in seventh grade, so it's been awhile since we've met. Oliver? Well, I met him when I was three years old. In pre-k. I've always said I only held his hand for the his sixty-four pack of crayons. With the sharpener. But, no, I've always liked him. Ever since we were three years old and until this day. I still love him. Yeah, I know, love is a strong word, but, if this isn't love, I don't know what is. Anyways, that's the reason I crashed. I was thinking about him. Well, anyways, Miley knows about this and she is thrilled. We approached the school. We were still early. As we entered the halls, we saw no one. Not a student. Not a teacher. Suddenly all the lights went out. Coincidently, all three of us were holding are phones when that happened. And as we flipped our cell phones open, we read the creepy text message. "Run" it said. As simple as it was, it was creepy and we instantly started to run, turning the door knobs on each class room checking to see if one was open. The only one open was the chorus room. We immediately ran into it and locked all the doors and windows. We turned on the lights in the room, preparing ourselves. Someone was obviously in the school. Someone who wasn't supposed to be. We made sure every door was locked and every window had the blinds closed. And like I mentioned before, locked every single window. Miley suddenly began looking around the room, checking every single hiding spot in the drama room. Making sure no one was in there. She even checked in the bath, behind the teacher's desk, and the closet. Nothing. We were safe in that room. We sighed just as Oliver spoke up. "Shouldn't we cover up the window on the door? Just so no one sees we are in here?" he asked his voice shaky. Miley and I both nodded, and we all looked around the room for the black construction paper that Mrs. Booker used during the "Code Red" drills they had at school. Miley then found it in the closet, and we hooked on the door's window with her magnets. There. We were set. "Uh-oh. I got another text." We all said in unison. We gulped, and looked at each other while flipping our phones open.
A/N:: Dun, dun, dun! Read the next chapter to find out what happens to Miley, Lilly, and Oliver. Well, you know what to do! Make me happy and review!
Much Love,
Jessica : )