UNTITTLED
CHAPTER ONE.
Don't look at me...Don't look at me! Ser had her head down, eyes glued to the black board in front of her. She deeply regretted cutting off her long black hair so recently ago. She never knew it would come in handy when she needed a veil for her face.
Her hand was scribbling along her page, surprisingly staying on the blue line, as she copied the note on the board. Y-Intercept; The point when on a graph when X=0.. X-Intercept; The point on a graph when Y=0.
Her legs were shaking slightly. She crossed them. How much longer? Her eyes darted to the aceint clock on the wall above the closed door. 2:49. 10 minutes to go. To find the Y-Intercept use the formula, Y=mx+b. She continued to right. She could feel his eyes on her face. Feel them burning through her. She glanced again. 2:53.
Her pencil shook. The lines wobbled. She looked down at what she had written. It wasn't the note on the board. It certainly was not 'The slope of a horizontal line is always 0, and a vertical line undefined'. What it did say made her drop her pencil.
"I know what you are. Who you are..." The words were etched into the paper, and even as she tried to erase it, the dents were still there, and refused to leave. Her eyes started watering.
Please! Just leave me alone! Go away! She pleaded in her mind, honestly unsure if he could hear here.
They had found her. And that meant, she had to leave. Again. The bell shrilled, making a point that class was over. Ser jumped out of her chair, grabbing her books, and racing for the door.
Not again!
CHAPTER TWO
She didn't bother to go to her locker. She'd learned along time ago, never to have anything of importance. But I could have sworn they gave up She though miserably. This just meant she'd have to find a car, hot wire it and be on her way. Again.
Well it's not like I'm leaving anyone who cares. She felt a tear slide down her red cheeks. She was still running. Out of the school. Down the street. Into her house. She dropped her books. No way she'd need them now. Ser ran into her room, and grabbed the bag from under her bed. This was routine for her, even after 6 months. She jogged to her dresser, and grabbed the first things she saw. Sweaters, t-shirts, jeans, socks, bras and underwear. The essentials. A spare tooth brush, hair brush, and journal was already packed in the bag, for this very reason.
She ran into the bathroom, and grabbed her usual toiletries. Throwing them into her bag, she took a moment to breathe. Calm down. This has happened before. I've always made it out. No need to worry. She tried to reassure herself. Stay calm! She got back into gear, putting on a pair of sneakers and grabbed the back, ready to go. Something red caught her eyes. She glanced to her half open closet. The dress. More tears ran down her face. I don't need it. It will only drag me down. I don't need it! She walked over to the closet, and pulled out a beautiful, elegant red dress. Flowing to the ankles, low cut neckline, long skin tight sleeves, loosening at the wrist, and flowing downwards, creating a kimono type look. More tears. I can't bring it! And I won't use it anyway.
She went to put it back in the closet, but a banging noise caused her to drop it, and her eyes to dart over to her open bedroom door.
"Found you little lady"
CHAPTER THREE.