I looked up from my cell phone screen, and looked around my room. I could've sworn somebody had just walked into my room and was standing in front of my closet. But no one was there. I shrugged and went back to texting.
About ten minutes later, I heard shuffling in my closet for the second time. This time, I stood up and went over to the closet. I opened the door and flicked the light on. I took a couple steps in, when a strong hand grabbed mine. I gasped and bit my lip to keep from screaming.
I looked over to where the arm was receding back into a coat rack. I parted the coats just enough to see a black thing with red eyes grin evilly at me before lunging.
I shot up and looked around. The fact that I had a bunch of creepy posters around my room didn't help me calm down. I looked over at my clock. 6:36.
'Must've slept through my alarm.' I thought. I got up and went into my bathroom. I looked in my mirror, and began to get ready for school. Once I had gotten dressed, I went back to my mirror.
I twirled my hair on one finger.
'Straight or curly?' I thought. I did an eenie-meenie-miney-moe in my head, and it ended up being straight.
'Thank god.' I thought. Straight hair was soo much easier than curly.
The reason I was actually considering whether I should straighten my hair or not, was because it was my first day of 9th grade, and I wanted to look my best for it.
When I had finished getting ready, I went downstairs, fixed myself some toast, and left for school. As I waited for the bus, I took out my iPod, and turned it to shuffle. Just then, the bus pulled up.
No seats were open in the front, so I had to sit beside an emo-looking kid. He wasn't bad-looking though. He had obsidian eyes, dark hair that hung over his eyes, and he was wearing a black hoodie. He was cute.
Fang's POV
As the bus stopped in a small, urban neighborhood, a tall, skinny girl got on. She was really pretty. She had light brown hair with yellow streaks in it, beautiful brown eyes, and she was wearing a green and yellow tie-dyed sweatshirt.
I was about to motion for her to sit next to me, when she did anyway. I had a tendency to get nervous around girls, so I just stared out the window and pretended not to notice her. It wasn't very believable. When we were around fifteen minutes from the school, she tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Max." she said.
"Fang." I said, and we shook hands.
"Nice to meet you Fang." she said.
"You, too." I said, and she smiled and started talking to some girl in the seat across from us. I looked back out the window.
'I'm such a loser. She probably thinks I'm one of those guys that goes home and cuts themselves to relive stress. Great.' I thought, and I sighed. Apparently Max heard me, and turned to me.
"What's wrong?" she said, and she looked semi-concerned. I shook my head and looked at my feet. She wasn't having any of that.
"Tell me!" she said, a little more sternly. I looked back to her. I had to make something up, and fast. Saying, 'I was thinking about how much I love you.' didn't seem like the best course of action in this situation. Then I had an idea.
"Headache." I said, and she eyed me suspiciously for a second, but turned away eventually. I mentally sighed. I really hoped she couldn't hear that. That'd be pretty dang creepy if you ask me.
