I never felt completely safe after that one night. I felt the safest in school. Nothing ever seemed to go bad at school. "Why won't this pop bottle open!" Joey said struggling to get the bottle open.
"Well Joey, you have to be smarter than the pop bottle to open it," I said to him. He looked shocked.
"Fine you open it then," he said handing it to me. I sighed and twisted it breaking the seal. I handed it to him. "That was luck," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Tea are you feeling aright?" he asked me after taking a sip of pop.
"Yeah, I have just been thinking," I said looking out a cafeteria window.
"What?" he asked, but I kept on glaring out the window. "Oh, it must me a chick thing," he said.
"No it's not a chick thing," I said getting angry, "Just don't worry about it. It's nothing."
'I need a brake," I thought during math class. As usual math class was completely boring and Mr. Walkacheeka was droning on about something I could care less. I was tapping my pencil against my left hand fingers. "Ms. Gardner," Mr. Walkacheeka said. I looked up. He was pointing a mete stick at me. "Pay attention."
"It would be easier if math wasn't so fricken boring," I muttered under my breath. A loud smack filled the air. Mr. Walkacheeka slapped my desk with his meter sick lightly hitting the tip of my fingers. I pulled them back.
"What was that?" he asked me looking furious. I looked up at him and stared into his eyes.
"Nothing nothing at all," I said. He frowned. "Seriously I didn't say anything!" I said trying to defend myself. With luck on my side the bell rang ending class. I gave a small sigh of relief and headed out the door. But Mr. Walkacheeka stopped me.
"You got lucky today," he said staring at me with hate in his eyes, "But next time I will catch you and end you little game."
"What game?" I said. Before he could answer I ran to my locker. 'Weirdo,' I thought.
After school I decided to go to the arcade and unwind. Before I left I stopped home to change out of my school uniform. Before leaving I put on a pair of blue-cuffed jeans and a red t-shirt. Before I left I slipped on red flip-flops and walked out the door. Joey and Tristan highly recommended this place, so I went there. I opened the doors. It was packed. I looked around to see if anyone I knew was here, but I saw no one. I went over to the change machine and traded my five-dollar bill for quarters. Just as I was going to head over to play some games, an arm was placed in front of me. "Hey baby, you come here often," the person the arm belonged to said. I looked at the person. He was about six feet tall. He had dirty blonde hair covering his light brown eyes. He was wearing blue faded baggy jeans with a chain connecting two belt loops. He was wearing a Metallic concert shirt. I gave him a fake smile. "Not much," I said. 'God please just go away,' I thought.
"So want to go play some games?" he asked me in a layback voice.
Even though I didn't want to go with him I said exactly what I didn't want to say, "Sure," I said.
"Cool," he said. We walked toward the games. "Let's just get this over with," I said to myself.
"Did you say something," he asked looking over at me.
"Um no nothing at all," I said slightly blushing hopping he didn't hear my comment. But he just shrugged it off. "By the way my name is Michael."
"Um my name is Tea," I said nervously. I didn't really want to give him my real name, I should have just made one up.
"Nice," he said.
We played for a few hours. He was really getting on my nerves. He never stopped talking or complaining about every little thing. Wither the games were unfair, or that the drinks were too flat. Just every little thing ticked him off. "So," he said as we were leaving, "You want to meat again sometime?"
Of course I didn't want to see him again. "No," I said plainly. My god I can't believe I just said that! Oh well I need to stick up for myself.
"What?" he said. He stopped and grabbed my arm pulling my back forcing me to look in his eyes.
"I said no," I said firmly shaking my arm from his grasp. I walked away. I didn't look back. I didn't want to see his face.
"No one turns me down!" Michael yelled back, "Don't forget that, you will be sorry for turning away from me." This remark startled me. I started to run home. I didn't stop till I was at my door.
Sorry I couldn't make it longer. I have to prepare for a family Christmas party. That means cleaning and lots of it. Fun. Next time I promise to write more.
