Megan Summers awoke at the sound of her mother's voice. Time to wake up. Megan yawned and pushed her blonde hair out of her face. She hated mornings but was grateful that she got to sleep an extra hour. Thank you delayed openings.
Megan went through her morning routine as usual. Get up, get dressed, brush hair, eat, brush teeth. Megan looked at the clock. She still had a half an hour left before she had to go to school. So, she plopped herself on the couch and started catching up on some much needed TV time.
Megan flipped through channels, passing some old reruns and some MTV crap. She kept going until she hit a channel that was showing SpongeBob. Yeah, she was fourteen but that doesn't mean she was too old for SpongeBob. You are never too old for SpongeBob.
Her blue eyes focused on the TV screen, as if there wasn't anything else around her. She let out a small laugh as she heard Patrick say, "I think we should take Bikini Bottom and push it somewhere else!" Megan always loved Patrick's funny stupidity and that somewhat gay love triangle going on between SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squidward. The creators were totally high while writing this.
As if time was flying, Megan was already at her High School, sitting in the commons with her friends while waiting for first period to start. Megan laughed as they went through countless inside jokes in a matter of minutes. She always had a good time with her friends because they could laugh at the simplest word just because of the funny story behind it.
The bell rang and all of them ran off to their first period class. Unfortunately, Megan had two hours of Physics for first period. But luckily she sat in the back with all the funny guys so they always made funny comments about their creepy, pedo like teacher, Mr. Grecio.
Megan took her seat and shared a friendly hello with one of her best guy friends, Eric. She sluggishly took out a pencil and her binder and groaned when she heard the sound of her teacher's voice. I swear, one of these days I'm gonna punch him in the face.
An hour went by and all they did was learn about momentum. Megan started to doze off, feeling her eyelids getting heavier. Her eyes were focused on the door. She wanted just to get up and sprint out of there.
Her eyes stayed focused on that same spot, blinking occasionally. That's when he saw him. Like he appeared out of thin air, Megan saw a man in a tan trench coat staring at her. She had to admit, it was fairly creepy. Then in the next second he was gone. Megan wasn't sure if it had just been her imagination but she was pretty sure that was real. Unlike a normal human being she could off just shrug it off and blame her imagination, but Megan wasn't like that. She thought about that man the rest of the class. Who was he? What was he doing her? Why was he looking at her? How did he move so fast? All these questions raced through her head until she got to third period.
Megan took her seat in her World Studies room. This was her favorite class and she always looked forward to it after the torture of Physics. The class was great and the teacher was funny. That's all she needed to possibly get the man off her mind. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop thinking about it. Curiosity killed the cat, she told herself. Yeah but a cat has nine lives.