He gave me the most enticing smile. He was pleased with himself. I felt his arms loosing their grip.
"Thank you. You don't know how happy you made me feel. I'll meet you here at 9 o'clock"
"OK" I said as I walked into the hotel. I didn't look back. I knew he was watching me. I pressed the elevator button and was glad when it opened right away. I got off the floor below mine because I didn't want Mrs. Powell to hear it. I walked up the stairs the rest of the way.
As soon as I opened the door to my floor, my best friend Michael was standing there.
"Oh my god! Where were you? Mrs. Powell is freaking out! She searched everyone's room for you. She hasn't called the police yet. I think she doesn't want the school to find out that she lost you," he laughed, "but seriously where have you been?"
"Boy, I was still at the museum, but I met a man."
"What? Tell me. Tell me."
"Well..." I told him almost everything's we walked to my room. Later just as I was falling into a deep sleep, the door swung open.
"Mrs. Powell is dead," my friend Larry screamed. Michael and I jumped up and said at the same time.
"What?!?!?"