No particular order of A's notes being sent/delivered. Suggestions welcome. All chapters in either A's perspective or the third-person narrative.
I don't own it, Sara Shepard does.
One Minute Goes Fast
1
A had carefully written out the note, ready to slip into Emily's locker for her to find after swimming practise. She'd made sure the writing wasn't easily familiar, and worded it well.
The only problem would be delivering the note. It wasn't that it was a difficult task, per se, but the problem was that someone could come into the locker room at any time and see her. Of course, she would just make something up, and with her acting skills, she'd easily get away with it.
Unless, of course, the person mentioned to Emily that someone had been lurking around her locker. A didn't want it to be ruined before she'd properly begun. That would throw a spanner into the works and then she'd have to stuff around, trying not to be suspicious.
She waited patiently, slowing her breathing and thanking her lucky stars she'd remembered to wear soft-soled sneakers. Once she'd counted to three hundred and was completely certain that the locker room was empty, she slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind her.
Lucky for her she knew which locker was Emily's, and she made a beeline for it. The time on her watch ticked away, and she started to panic slightly as the edge of the paper caught on the vent. Somehow, it seemed as if her watch's second-hand was getting louder as the time passed.
Shit. Anyone could come in now, and see.
She inhaled through her nose, trying to calm herself. Finally her heart rate slowed to its regular pace, and her hands stopped shaking enough to allow her to fold the note again. This time, it slid smoothly through the vent.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and tensed, hastily stepping away from the locker and into the centre of the room. The footsteps faded away and she realized they must have been from the hallway just through the doors. Thank god for that.
Just then her cell phone's alarm began buzzing quietly, her signal to get the hell out of there before someone did come across her.
Again she was grateful for her sneakers, instead of her noisy high heels, as she headed for the door and raced down the hallways to the car park.
After this she had about five minutes before the first of the swimmers would be coming to the car park, and she needed to be gone. A flash of movement out the corner of her eye indicated a teacher going over to his car; that was all the encouragement she needed.
She threw the car into gear and sped away from the school, taking a moment to congratulate herself and then letting herself plan the next thing.
a/n: thoughts? Again I own nothing. Reviews are welcome. J