"You're kidding right?" I asked Amelia, grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back to look at me. "You know I don't have to worry about him but you do, and I feel bad for you." She looked at me surprised, her eyes as big as flying saucers, and her skin as pale as the moon. "But… But since we are late I am sure he has taken his prey already." I re-assured her. She nodded slowly, and grabbed my hand tightly. I squeezed it reassuringly, as we walked into homeroom.

"Hello Mr. Thompson, and Ms. Turner, thank you for joining us. Take your seats which are both n the back of the class. Feel free to grab a calculus text book on your way to the back, and don't make it an all day process." Mr. Cooper said rather quickly. As we walked past, he put his hands on my shoulders, and he turned me to face him.

"Yes sir," I said calmly. He pulled me close to his face, while the whole class just stared.

"See me after class. I need to speak with you about this," Mr. Cooper said pulling my hands to eye level. I nodded and turned away walking swiftly back to my seat before letting the breathe I had taken nearly 3 minutes ago out. I put my head down on my desk and shuttered. Then I felt a firm hand grip my shoulder and I jumped out of my skin. I lifted my head to see Amelia sitting next to me, eyes wide with worry.

"You have to ditch, you should say no the nurse can look at it." Amelia whispered worried for me. "Say anything, just don't stay after,"

"Amelia I have no choice besides I thought he molested girls, not boys I will be fine. I have to stay, it's a half day so I won't miss much of the next class," I whispered softly, trying to re-assure her. She just looked at me then looked away.

After class, I stayed behind, even though I wish I hadn't, because he shut all the blinds, and closed the door. This made me want to scream as loud as I could, but I stayed quiet and in my seat, where he met me and pointed at my hand. I shook my head as if to say I'm not saying anything. He reached for my hands and I put them under the desk. Mr. Cooper smiled and looked overjoyed that I was in an awkward position.

"Mr. Cooper can I…" he cut me off by pushing his finger tenderly against my lips. I was so closed to taking off, when he walked behind me and gave my chills by the way he let his hands fall on my chest.

"Edward I am going to ask politely for you to unwrap you're hands and if you don't I will force you to. So, please take off the bandages?" Mr. Cooper urged, and rubbed my chest. I jumped up on to the table and turned to face him. I don't know why I didn't just get up and leave, but for some reason I stayed.

"I'd rather the nurse look at them. Can I Please…" I was stopped when he pulled me up with one hand, and dragged me to the closet in the back of the room, closing the door behind him. He flicked the light on, and stared into my eyes. I was shaking by now and I was sure anyone could have noticed it. He pushed me to the back of the closet, and rubbed my chest again. I pushed his hand away and try to make a run for it, but he grabbed me and threw me against the shelves in the back of the closet. I was on the verge of tears as I looked up and scream "HELP! SOM-…" Mr. Cooper grabbed my mouth, and pushed something cold against my throat. As the light reflected off of it, I saw that it was a gun, and I froze.

"Now, you are not going to scream or cry. You are going to show me your hands." Mr. Cooper said demandingly. I shook me head no and tried to pull away, but he pushed the gun closer to my neck and I realized he could kill me right then and there, so I nodded. "Okay, I am going to uncover your mouth one word and I rip the bandages off myself. Clear?" I nodded again, and shook the entire time. He released his grip on my mouth, and I turned to face him. I pulled the bandages off slowly to show the cuts on my hands, and the whole morning flew back into my brain, like a horror film. He grabbed my finger tips and angled them down so he could see them. "How did this happen? Did some one do this to you?" Mr. Cooper asked concerned.

"No I did it on accident. I was cleaning up a glass bowl I dropped and I wasn't as carful as I thought I was," I said calmly and smoothly so it didn't sound like I was lying through my teeth. Slowly I began to re-wrap my hands, and he let me go after making me swear I wouldn't tell anyone. I walked into my next class and handed Mrs. Georgeson my note from the previous teacher.

After reading through it she said "Okay, Edward here is a notebook, and I would like you to take the seat right next t Amelia and begin a letter which we are writing with the proper format about a memory we wish didn't happen. As I was explaining to the class, this notebook is purely for your eyes, and no one else's, not even mine. I will be walking around, just to make sure you are actually writing, and not drawing. These will be taken with you, and I will call a "Journal Time", that is when you're to be writing in them." Mrs. Georgeson finished, "Okay please begin silence please."

I walked back next to Amelia and opened the notebook to a fresh page, and began writing:

Writing Assignment Day One:

September 7, 2010

Dear Journal,

Memories aren't always good, and there are some you just wish you could throw away and never think about again, but that is why they are called memories. There are many memories I wish I could erase, but every memory has helped me build myself to be the person I am today, therefore none of my memories should be erased. This may be a little confusing, and completely off assignment, but I think every memory, good or bad, it deserves to be kept all the way to the end. A lot of people will probably write about when their puppy died, or they got hurt and had to go to the hospital, but if I did that it would erase half of my mind, and I would have to start over as a different person. Everyone's lives are different and that is what makes us who we are. Being unique, feeling pain in a different way then the person next to you would feel it and in different situations. Being more sensitive then the person in front of you at certain times where people think you are a baby. Just remember this, everything happens for a reason, and if you think about it negatively, it will just keep reappearing, because you are afraid, and fears are something people think to hard about. Thus making them more blown out then normal, and remember that when you feel scared, just think about the fact that everyone is different, and every fear is just a memory that went bad at some point or another. Keep holding on to the positive things in life, because it is too short to spend too much on the negative. So all I have to say is the truth is better then a lie, and this is the truth in the matter

So Bye For Now,

Edward Thompson

"Time!" Mrs. Georgeson shouted through the class. "I hope you all found at least something to write about. Now I would like you to just talk amongst yourselves. After all it is the first day." Of course Amelia turned to me and looked for a minute.

"What? Nothing happen, will you stop looking at me?" I laughed to ease her mind and then I looked down at my desk.

"Aha I knew it spill what happened? You looked down after lying to me!" She practically screamed it across the room. She slapped her hands to her mouth and looked up "Hey this is none of your business! Turn around and talk to your buddy." She looked over at me and mouthed "Sorry."

I nodded and said, "I will tell you later." I looked back down at the desk and my journal. It was the only book on my desk, and it looked so huge, even though I was sure it was only 8 by 11 papers on the inside.

"Edward will you come here please, I want to talk to you in the hallway," I heard Mrs. Georgeson ask from the front of the room pointing to the door. I stood and slowly walked to the door and out into the hall. She followed me out, and closed the door behind her.

"Why were you late to my class, exact reason." She asked sternly, trying to look straight into my eyes.

I stared at her for a second then I answered "my other teacher wanted to talk just like we are now. Is that so wrong?" I asked looking into her eyes.

"He had a lot to say didn't he?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yes he did. Is that all?" I asked as politely as possible. She nodded and followed me back inside.