Tick, tick, tick.

Tap, tap, tap.

Wheeze, wheezeeee...

Scratch, scratch.

My head was pounding, pulsing if you will. Every sound in my classroom seemed to magnify by at least 10 times than normal. I don't know where this migraine came from at all, I was fine just 20 minutes ago.

I looked upwards at the clock in my classroom, the very sign of torturing tedious hours or absolute bliss of freedom. The hands kept clicking, and clicking and clicking! Groaning in pain, I hid my face into my arms. Even a smidge of light blinded me.

'Maybe I should've stayed home today…'

I don't even know why I bother coming to this legal prison. I know with the career I want I certainly don't need to learn anything about Geometry. With it's ridiculous shapes and measurements.

Ugh, even thinking about the subject gives my head no peace. Almost reluctantly looking towards the clock of salvation, I am just tortured to even raise my eyes. The clock speaks 2:58 p.m, and I couldn't help but think what absolutely horrible numbers.

But just two more minutes isn't the end of the world, so I'll just shut up.

At last, the clock cries of joy to all teenagers everywhere! School is over with till tomorrow...Well, at least it's over now. Getting up with some difficulty, I am able to walk through the mass of people to my locker.

I place the unnecessary weight from my bag into the small metal box. Figuring with this pain in my head I won't be getting much homework done tonight, I just might as well do it in study tomorrow morning. After putting at least 70 pounds of books in the small place, I close it and head on home.

Walking home is pretty much a long way if I don't cut through the high school's field, and I don't particular have anything to rush home for but I walk through anyways.

All the athletic teens of ours school are mostly out and practicing. Though I don't see how the cheerleading squad is a sport of any kind. I guess as long it pumps your blood faster, than it is.

Coming to pass the practicing cheerleaders, I notice something out of place of the optimistic group. A dark figure stands a little far out of reach behind the bleachers, staring -wait- GLARING at the teen girls.

I stop in place staring at this person, wondering if he's some kind of pervert that gets off watching cheerleaders being thrown into the air. Concerned for my friends that are cheerleaders', I march over to the person.

Even though I was on an up front approach, the man does not move or even flinch. The man is strange, looks like he hasn't slept in days and was extremely thin. ...I couldn't help but get the feeling I've seen him somewhere before...

"HEY!" I yell out rudely. The man's eyes peel away from the cheerleaders and spitefully lands on me. ..He looks more annoyed than before... "I'm not exactly sure what you're doing, but I suggest that you leave before I scream for school security!"

He makes no movements; actually he's become stiffer than before. I feel a little uneasy, my retarded attempt to threaten this man didn't work and I think I'm just digging myself in my own grave. Oh why could I've been a buff ass chick?

"Leave me be." He mutters his voice deep and scratchy. Ugh, my head just hurts at his itchy voice. Grabbing my head, I point with my other hand to the outside gates of our school.

"Sorry, I'm not. You need to leave. A pervert like you should get lost." Where the hell is this confidence coming from? Crap, no point backing out now. Maybe my empty threats will scare him off.

His eyes narrow and twitch. A sudden cold chill slides down my spin. Maybe he's after something else then getting an excitement from young girls.

"Stupid girl, how disgusting you are! Is that all humans ever think about?! Eck!" Obvious looks of disgust splatters on his face, as he looks at me with a deeper spite than before.

"Sex, sex, sex!" He spats in my face. "Why does that have to be the first thing to cross a teenager's minds!?" He stomps around in circles thimbles with something.

"Wha...?" I honestly was confused. I half did and did not know what he was rambling about. He wasn't after a sexual harassment?

With in the depths of my being, something screamed that I really should have stayed home.

"Ugh, since you've made such a feat of angering me more than cheerleaders, I guess today isn't a lucky day for you..." Mid sentence a twisted grin slithered on his face pulling out something from his trench coat...

"Oh my god! Is that a knife?!" A dumbfounded look he gives. My heart burst with fear and adrenaline. My head aches worse than before, forcing a groan from my throat. He advances as my knees knock together.

"Don't you DARE come near me! If you do, I'll scream!!" I swing my bag as hard as I could, it flopped on his face and slided off. It did me no go to try again, I didn't have anything in it…

He just laughs hysterically, my body trembles horribly...

"Go ahead! It's not like I can get caught!"

My eyes widen, as I make a meek noise. He lunges for me and I scream bloody murder. He only misses me by a few centimeters.

Home. Home! I have to get home! Get home, lock the doors, and call the police! I have to! I have to! I! I-

Sweet lord of luck, the structure of my house appears before my eyes. Tears form from then corner of my eyes, never felt so relieved of seeing my house! My feet pick up more speed, my hands reach out for my home. My voice gasped. My door comes closer, and closer. My hands reach for the door handle-

And soon becomes farther.

My collar chokes me, but all I cared about was seeing my house starting to become smaller.

My hands reach out for it and I give out a blood curling cry.

I grunt as my chest lurches upwards as spots of blood fly into my vision. I try to squeeze a deep inhale, but almost sounding like a distraught sigh as the object is pulled from my body. I fall to my knees than face plant the concrete.

The man walks over my form and stops. Tears pour from my eyes as he stares. His lips move, than looks the other way. His form blurred away as I close my eyes...A sob breach through my lips.

I wished I stayed home today..

Second chapter done! Though, it wasn't as funny as I tried to make it. Meh, oh well. I wish I could make these things longer but truth is, dragging out each sentence is a pain and also every chapter's storyline isn't suppose to be so long. Well, hope you enjoy my twitsted series! :D

Oh yes, thank you for the two who reviewed! Didn't think anyone would actually like this series. Hehehe.