It was just a Friday at my high school, I was a senior and school was dragging on forever. I had to get out of class. I asked the teacher if I could be excused to the restroom and she glared at me then nodded. I rolled my eyes as I exited the class room. I walked extra slowly on purpose taking as much time up as possible. Almost reaching the bathroom, I looked to my right to stare out the massive wall that was basically just a bunch of windows. I sighed because I longed for the sunlight to spread across my skin. It was a beautiful day. I continued walking when suddenly an arrow flew right in front of my stomach and pierced through the brick wall. Yes, the brick wall. I stood there shaking with my hands up to my chest to protect myself from second fires. I stepped into reality and realized what happened. I didn't even take time to see where the arrow came from. I sprinted to the bathroom for protection. Once I made it, I closed the stall door and sat on one of the toilets and pulled my feet up and stayed silent. Everything rushed through my head. Who shot the arrow? Did they miss on purpose? Is someone trying to kill me? What was I going to say to my teacher? I didn't panic. You don't panic in situations, you react to them. I stood up clearing my mind and swallowed. I peered out of the bathroom to see if any person with a bow and super strong arrows was around. Nobody. I had to be calm so I relaxed my shoulders and walked to the spot where I could've been killed. My eyes widened when I realized the arrow was gone. I started shaking a little and rushed back to class. Islid into my seat and ignored everything the teacher was saying. My mystery shooter was in the building. And they could still be here.
Last period finally finished and I tied my bright blonde hair back in a ponytail. I felt much more comfortable walking around in the halls with hundreds of other kids. I walked out to my car where, of course, no one was around. I fumbled for the keys in my pocket when another green, slick arrow landed at my feet. Okay, if someone wanted me dead, I'd be dead by know. I turned around to look for the direction the arrow came in and there he was. A tall, muscular man with a bow slung around his body smiled down at me. He was very handsome and I had to look pretty far up to see him. He had a green hood covering most of his face. "You…." I said, not able to finish my sentence. He said, "Yes, I shot the two arrows. Did I scare you?" I looked at him in confusion, then in anger. "You could've killed me! If you missed by one inch—" I was interrupted by his laughing and I continued to glare. "Hazel, please, I wouldn't have missed," he said and smiled again. I exclaimed, "How do you know my name?! Who are you?! What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?!" "My name's Oliver. I'll explain more to you. In fact I'll explain everything to you if you come with me," he pointed out. Man, it was hard not to resist. "No. I have to go home. I have a family!" I nearly yelled. He convinced me with, "I already told them you had plans to go to the movies with your friends." He half smiled and grabbed my arm and gently tugged me to his super fancy green (shocker) car. I stepped into the car and squeezed my eyes shut as we exited the school parking lot thinking to myself: What have I done?