"Hey, Whitney? Are you sure you're ok?" He asked.
Clark looked up at him. "What's your name again?" Clark asked.
"Dude?" He yelled in disbelief.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm just a little out of it today!" Clark said to him.
The guy gave an understanding grin.
"My-name-is-Mike! Remember!" he said to Clark.
"Y-y-yeah! Of course... I'm just playing with you, d-u-d-e!" Clark said unsure of how he was supposed to talk to Mike.
Mike gave a hug laugh! "Whitney! You're always full of surprises!" Mike said to Clark. Mike was tall, with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and had a strong build.
"What are you doing in the library? I thought your study hall was in third period?" Mike asked.
Clark looked confused and not sure what to say. "Um... I just wanted to skip my class today... It's really boring." Clark stated trying not to act nerves.
"Ok, Whitney. If you wanted to do that, you should have come under the bleachers where we normally skip man!" Mike said to him.
"Yeah, I wasn't thinking I guess..." Clark said more nerves.
"Hey, dude, loosen up! It's just me!" Mike said to Clark who thought it was Whitney. "How about you come out there with all of us now?" Mike said to Clark.
"U-umm... I'll be there in a minuet! I have to go do something really fast ok?" Clark said.
"Sure, no problem!" Mike agreed.
When Mike left the library/study hall, Clark ran to the bathroom. He hurled himself to the mirror. He was Whitney! Clark rubbed his eyes... Even splashed water on his face. He was still Whitney! He tried to think of someone else. He tried to turn back. It was no use. He didn't know why it wasn't working! (I only thought of Whitney for about a second!) Clark thought to himself as he looked into the mirror. The bath room door opened. Mike pocked his head through.
"Are you coming?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, in a minuet. Clark responded.
Clark looked back in the mirror. He still looked like Whitney! Clark got the rest of his things and was planning on heading home when the bell rang. Tons of people were poring down the halls. Most of them were looking at Clark.
"Hey, Whitney! People said as they passed by him in the hall. "I thought you weren't coming to school today?" People also said. Then Clark saw the cheerleaders that were talking about Whitney being sick earlier. They also said things to him as they passed by. Clark looked around the halls. Looking terrified he started to walk faster to the exit. When more and more people were getting to their classes, the halls were getting emptier. Clark dashed to the exit. He was almost there, only a few feet away from the handle. He could almost feel the metal door handle on his skin. Then out of no where, Lana steps in front of Clark.
Clark immediately stops in his tracks looking worried. Lana looked up at Clark with loving eyes.
"Whitney? I thought you weren't going to come to school today?" Lana asked him.
Clark, still looking like Whitney said, "Um... I started to feel better... I thought I could come to school today, but I was wrong. I think I should leave now." Clark said while trying to maintain himself.
"You can't leave now!" Lana said. "You just got here, and besides, I missed you!" Lana said to Clark.
His heart skipped a beat. He for a single moment in time he cherished those beautiful words coming out of her rosy lips. Clark looked down at Lana with a longing gaze.
"Whitney, are you ok?" Lana asked him.
The bell rang off in the distance. They would be late to class. It didn't really matter anyway. Clark didn't know what classes Whitney had. He also couldn't go to his classes looking like Whitney. Lana picked up Clark's arm and put it over her shoulder.
"Lana, you're going to be late for class... Maybe you should get going." Clark said to Lana.
"Whitney, I'll be ok... I just don't want to leave you if you're feeling sick that's all." Lana responded to Clark who looked like Whitney still.
They heard footsteps coming their way. A shadow of an old man was coming. They thought it might be the principal. They knew if he caught them, they would both be in trouble. Lana and Clark in a panic ran to the nearest closet there was. They ran to it and opened the door quickly. Clark made sure Lana was in there and ran inside shutting the door quietly. The both giggled while inside. The man came by the door stopping at it. Lana was going to laugh and Clark had to grab her mouth with is hands around her body. Lana looked up at Clark/Whitney. The man opened the door. Clark let Lana go. They ran to the side of the closet trying to keep their backs to the wall. With funny, horrified expressions on their face the door opened. Sun light poured through. The man reached his arm inside the closet and grabbed the mop. It was the old janitor!
When the door shut the janitor got out his keys and locked the door! When the cost was clear Lana tried to open the door. To her surprise it was locked.
"Whitney! It's locked!" Lana said nervously.
Clark gave it a tug. It was locked. He could pull it open, but it would cause too much noise. They were trapped together in the dark closet with only each other to keep them company. It was just fine for Lana, but Clark still looked like Whitney...
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Clark looked up at him. "What's your name again?" Clark asked.
"Dude?" He yelled in disbelief.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm just a little out of it today!" Clark said to him.
The guy gave an understanding grin.
"My-name-is-Mike! Remember!" he said to Clark.
"Y-y-yeah! Of course... I'm just playing with you, d-u-d-e!" Clark said unsure of how he was supposed to talk to Mike.
Mike gave a hug laugh! "Whitney! You're always full of surprises!" Mike said to Clark. Mike was tall, with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and had a strong build.
"What are you doing in the library? I thought your study hall was in third period?" Mike asked.
Clark looked confused and not sure what to say. "Um... I just wanted to skip my class today... It's really boring." Clark stated trying not to act nerves.
"Ok, Whitney. If you wanted to do that, you should have come under the bleachers where we normally skip man!" Mike said to him.
"Yeah, I wasn't thinking I guess..." Clark said more nerves.
"Hey, dude, loosen up! It's just me!" Mike said to Clark who thought it was Whitney. "How about you come out there with all of us now?" Mike said to Clark.
"U-umm... I'll be there in a minuet! I have to go do something really fast ok?" Clark said.
"Sure, no problem!" Mike agreed.
When Mike left the library/study hall, Clark ran to the bathroom. He hurled himself to the mirror. He was Whitney! Clark rubbed his eyes... Even splashed water on his face. He was still Whitney! He tried to think of someone else. He tried to turn back. It was no use. He didn't know why it wasn't working! (I only thought of Whitney for about a second!) Clark thought to himself as he looked into the mirror. The bath room door opened. Mike pocked his head through.
"Are you coming?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, in a minuet. Clark responded.
Clark looked back in the mirror. He still looked like Whitney! Clark got the rest of his things and was planning on heading home when the bell rang. Tons of people were poring down the halls. Most of them were looking at Clark.
"Hey, Whitney! People said as they passed by him in the hall. "I thought you weren't coming to school today?" People also said. Then Clark saw the cheerleaders that were talking about Whitney being sick earlier. They also said things to him as they passed by. Clark looked around the halls. Looking terrified he started to walk faster to the exit. When more and more people were getting to their classes, the halls were getting emptier. Clark dashed to the exit. He was almost there, only a few feet away from the handle. He could almost feel the metal door handle on his skin. Then out of no where, Lana steps in front of Clark.
Clark immediately stops in his tracks looking worried. Lana looked up at Clark with loving eyes.
"Whitney? I thought you weren't going to come to school today?" Lana asked him.
Clark, still looking like Whitney said, "Um... I started to feel better... I thought I could come to school today, but I was wrong. I think I should leave now." Clark said while trying to maintain himself.
"You can't leave now!" Lana said. "You just got here, and besides, I missed you!" Lana said to Clark.
His heart skipped a beat. He for a single moment in time he cherished those beautiful words coming out of her rosy lips. Clark looked down at Lana with a longing gaze.
"Whitney, are you ok?" Lana asked him.
The bell rang off in the distance. They would be late to class. It didn't really matter anyway. Clark didn't know what classes Whitney had. He also couldn't go to his classes looking like Whitney. Lana picked up Clark's arm and put it over her shoulder.
"Lana, you're going to be late for class... Maybe you should get going." Clark said to Lana.
"Whitney, I'll be ok... I just don't want to leave you if you're feeling sick that's all." Lana responded to Clark who looked like Whitney still.
They heard footsteps coming their way. A shadow of an old man was coming. They thought it might be the principal. They knew if he caught them, they would both be in trouble. Lana and Clark in a panic ran to the nearest closet there was. They ran to it and opened the door quickly. Clark made sure Lana was in there and ran inside shutting the door quietly. The both giggled while inside. The man came by the door stopping at it. Lana was going to laugh and Clark had to grab her mouth with is hands around her body. Lana looked up at Clark/Whitney. The man opened the door. Clark let Lana go. They ran to the side of the closet trying to keep their backs to the wall. With funny, horrified expressions on their face the door opened. Sun light poured through. The man reached his arm inside the closet and grabbed the mop. It was the old janitor!
When the door shut the janitor got out his keys and locked the door! When the cost was clear Lana tried to open the door. To her surprise it was locked.
"Whitney! It's locked!" Lana said nervously.
Clark gave it a tug. It was locked. He could pull it open, but it would cause too much noise. They were trapped together in the dark closet with only each other to keep them company. It was just fine for Lana, but Clark still looked like Whitney...
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To be continued....