He slowly walked towards me.
"Please don't!" I frantically screamed.
"It's too late for that now." He slowly raised the gun.
"NO!" Sam screamed as he pushed me away.
"SAM!"
I woke up with a start, and sat up and looked around. It was just a dream. I'd been re-living the day Mare's boyfriend died in my mind since the day it happened. I had to get my mind off of it. I was in my parent's flat. They actually let me stay the night. I got myself a glass of water and went to the window. Why do I always dream of that day when I sleep here in this flat?
I never saw him. The one who killed Sam. I mean, Sam's killer must have been my almost-boyfriend. The one who was part of a chain gang. But I never saw his face. Ever. So I guess I don't really know that it was him for sure. It was now almost dawn. I went to my dresser and pulled out a clean dress. I brushed my hair and teeth, grabbed my boks and an apple, and went outside. Fresh, cool, air. That's what I need. I took a bit of my apple. Well, it wasn't time for school yet, so I made my way to the lodging house, where I knew my friends would be getting ready for either selling papes or school. I climbed up the fire escape and through the window.
"Hey Echo!"
"Hiya Echo!"
"Hi Ech!"
My friends all greeted me as they shuffled around the washroom, getting ready. I smiled and flopped down on my usual bunk when I slept at the lodging house.
Bitter was, as usual, talking about the night she had with David. Amuse and Mac were having a water fight, while Arrow was trying to break it up. Timid was getting into her dress and Mare was laughing at Mac, who had just gotten soaked from falling on the wet floor. I laughed to myself as I waited for Mare and Mac, who come to School with me. The other sell papers all day.
I laughed to myself as I waited for mare and Mac, who come to school with me. The others sell papers all day. Finally Mare and Mac (with dripping hair) were ready to leave. I threw my core away and looked in the mirror to make sure i looked okay. Its the same old me. Light brown curly hair, hazel eyes, crooked smile. I sighed and walked out the dor, following my friends.
"What's up Ech?" Mare cam over and look at me with concerned eyes.
"Nothing." I looked down and hugged my books to my chest. As good as i was at lying, I was never good at lying to her.
"Oh don't give me that. I'm yer best friend. I can tell when somethin's wrong, remember?" Mare smiled, with a playful look in her eyes, trying to get me to laugh. I said nothing, scowling slightly and walked a little faster.
"Echo... ECHO! Get back here! What's wrong? You're always laughing and talking! But the past couple week, ever since... well… you know, you've been so… weird. You've started to act like Skittery!" She laughed at her own joke. But, as she laughed, i felt my cheeks start to burn. Oh no. Please don't talk about him. Please don't. I kept walking, ignoring my best friend as much as i could.
"Echo--"
"Hiya guys! How's you doin? I'm ready for a first new day at school!" Mac said with a slightly sarcastic tone as she came up behind us. Thank God. I don't have to deal with Mare now I glanced at Mare and she shot me a look that clearly said I'll-talk-to-you-about-this-later. Yea, right. Thank God she forgets a lot of things or i'd never be able to keep anything to myself. I sat between Mare and mac as mr. mckrean dragged on about the times tables. Mare slid a piece of paper towards me.
I opened it up and read:
'So...?
So what?' i wrote back.
'So.. What's going on?
I told you. Nothing.
Gahh! Fine, don't tell me. but i'll get it outta you sooner or later... soo... i saw you blush when i mentioned skit :p
i did? oh, i dind't mean to?' I have to be careful of what i say. No one can know about what i feel this time. Esp. since it's about a guy. And a good, not-too-much-of-a-trouble maker at that! I tried to think if i should write anything else. I decided against it, and slide the paper back.
"Ladies!" Mr. Mckrean was glaring at us.
I gulped and said, "Yes Mr. McKrean?" I glanced at Mac and mare. Mac, who hated getting in trouble was pale and had shrunk down in her seat a bit. Mare was bright red, trying to hold in laughter that I could tell was building up.
"Please bring up what you were writing ladies. Surely it was times tables?" He smirked, knowing well that it was not what we were learning at the moment. I felt anger sear through me and I held back an insult as mare and I stood up and walked to the front of the room. Mr. McKrean read it silently, then decided to be more cruel then usual that day. With a smirk coming across his face once again, he said slowly "Miss Stipolli, maybe you would like to read this wonderful writing out loud to the class." I leisurely took the note out of Mr. McKreans hands, and tried to decide what to do. Mare was now red not with laughter, but with embarrassment. As i looked around the classroom, i saw that my classmates anxiously awaited to find out what the note had said, and most of them were stifling laughter. I made my decision. I would not be the laughing stock of the class. No one would know about my feelings for… him. Most of my classmates knew him. I would not be questioned. I wouldn't. I slowly smirked, just as Mr. McKrean had before, and ripped the paper, little by little, staring right at Mr. McKrean the whole time. I walked to the trashcan, and threw the scraps in. I looked back at my teacher, who turned a very nice shade of purple, then to red, and finally to pink, filled with anger. I almost laughed. I really did. But I stopped smiling when he told mare to get the paddle from his closet.
"Maybe this will teach you to respect your elders"
"Maybe it will, or maybe it'll just give me more o f a reason to turn around and put the paddle slowly up your arse!" I said hotly through clenched teeth. I turned around and received my punishment. Honestly, even when he is furious, the man can't hit. I've been hurt much worse by merely falling down the stairs. I walked back to my seat, head held high, while mare followed behind.
"You really shouldn't get him so angry echo." Mac whispered, annoyed that I had yet again angered the teacher.
"Oh, but I like it so much." I smiled.
"Yea, just wait till you hear what arrow says when she hears about it!" Mac threatened.
" You wouldn't tell her." I whispered back.
Mac glanced nervously at the teacher before replying. "Maybe I won't, but surely others in this classroom will. Everything always gets back to Arrow, and you know it!"
I pretended to be scared at what our leader may have to say about this and opened my notebook and continued to write notes until the end of class.