Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted lately... I was grounded for a stinking B in math! Sometimes i wonder if my parents are even human... Well, here is chapter 4!

Chapter 4: an unlikely visitor

I jerked upright in my bed, "What? Who is it?" The nurse smiled and said, "Luke Truman and Jack Matthews." My open-mouthed gape turned into a huge grin as the nurse walked out to get them.

The door squeaked slightly as the two of them walked in. "Whoa, Eve, what happened? We herd you got in some kind of an accident," Jack asked while Luke just scratched the back of his neck.

"Um, well, I kind of got shot with an arrow, so, I guess no school." I said, smiling sheepishly.

Jack rolled his eyes and Luke muttered, "Shot with an arrow, my gosh."

I frowned and crossed my arms as my mom entered. "Oh Eve, are you alright?" she asked, her forehead scrunching up. "Uh, yea, but we should get home. My leg is starting to throb." I said uncrossing my arms and looking at my mom. She shook her straight brown hair and replied, "Alright, let's go. Nice to see you boys," She said the last to my friends.

"You too Mrs. Summers." They replied together as I ever so slowly got up and grabbed my crutches that were leaning against the bed and half hopped half walked over to the door. I turned to my friends, "Bye guys." "See ya!" Luke said and Jack grinned while saying, "We will visit you every day!"

Despite my leg, I smiled the whole way home.

I blinked twice and stretched, sighing. I love to sleep. A bright flare of pain followed by vigorous throbbing in my leg ruined my happy moment. As I lied on my blue bed, I felt another flare of pain. This one in my stomach. For a moment I debated, to be lazy, or to get food. I decided on the food.

I hobbled my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. A yawn bubbled up as I opened the fridge, releasing a wave of cold over me. I licked my lips as I came across the ice cream. I was reaching for it as the bell rang and I froze. My mom had just left for the store, and Jack and Luke are still in school.

I ran to the living room and peeked out the window. There was one man in a trench coat and hat, covered in water from the rain. He looked scary so I ran back to the kitchen to grab my spoon.

The door rang again and I ran to it. "Um, don't come in!" I yelled, but my throat was not working so I sounded like I was a guy. I gulped as the door slowly opened. I silently cursed myself; I forgot to lock the door. I raised my spoon up towards the door and my breathing quickened as the door opened.

"I have a weapon!" I yelled at the last moment, maybe the stranger would go away if he thought I had a weapon.

Sadly, the door still opened, and in stepped the stranger. He started laughing.

My spoon still raised, I demanded, "Who the heck are you and why are you in my house?"

He smothered his laughter and replied, "Collin, from math. I wanted to see how you were doing. And how is a spoon a weapon?"

"I was in the kitchen."

"Why didn't you grab a knife?"

I sighed, getting impatient, "Because if you are cutting out someone's tounge a spoon hurts more than a knife."

"No it doesn't."

I raised one eyebrow, "Oh really? Well let's test it!" I grinned wolfishly as I moved toward him. He backed of with his hands raised saying, "No, no! Your right!"

I stepped back and smiled in victory, "Anyways, why are you here?"

He tilted his head, "I told you, I hear you were hurt so I came to visit you."

I raised my eyebrows, "In the middle of school, in the rain? Wait a second, who told you? The school shouldn't know and my friends know not to tell anyone."

He gulped, "Well, um"

"You got some explaining to do."

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