Revised
Chapter Three - Follow
Brriing!
What an inconvenient time for the damn bell to ring. She was just about to tell me who he was and how she know him. Then it rang! I wanna know!! My head screamed. The lesson flies by when you're just about to discover something. Even if my gut instinct was saying it was something I shouldn't know.
She swung her bag onto her shoulders so swiftly, I must have blinked. She practically ran out of the room. What on earth was her rush? Then I saw the time – the lesson had run over by half an hour! Brilliant. Dad would be waiting for his dinner. I stumbled as everyone left, rushing to the cloakroom. As everyone left, I was alone. My coat was still wet as I got it off the pegs – it had rained all day. I hate wet stuff.
I reached to grasp the door handle, and then I saw him. Well…his reflection. I gazed at him though the glass in the door panel. Turning, he seemed to disappear. What the …?
Why was he here if he hadn't gone to school for the past week. I ran to the window to see if I was dreaming. No – I wasn't! He was there with…so that's how she knows him! If she was going out with him surely Renéesme would have told me. And yet they were in the car lot with each other. They were near his car which was very close to the window I was watching them from. Renéesme seemed to be telling him who I was for his gaze met mine while she was still talking to him. She extended her arm to point to me but he stopped her before she could even get her arm in a straight line. What's his problem? I should have told Renéesme that he didn't like me!
That was it – he pushed her into his car then drove off. However he drove slower than I have even seen him drive. I ran out of room without stopping, I continued running into the corridor, through the doors and into the car lot. I fumbled with the keys to my dust bucket red Chevy – which dad had somehow acquired – probably from the Blacks; they lived next door to us and their son – Jacob – was really nice, even though he was hardly in the house. I drove out of the car lot and followed the way they had gone. Why am I bothering? I thought They'll probably hate me forever. But I followed them anyway – I had to know what they were hiding from me.
