Expectancies

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03

As I walk back to my dorm, I cannot help but get the strange feeling that I’m being followed. Maybe it’s just the fog, but I swear I hear someone. I can barely see five feet in front of me, so if my life is supposed to end in some kind of slasher-horror-film, the stage has been set.

When I come closer to my dorm, my eyes focus towards the woods behind the building. If it wasn’t so foggy, I might just walk out there to see what the big secret is. Or maybe that’s just something I’d like to say. I doubt I’d actually go alone.

The first thing I notice as I walk back into the building is the flickering light at the end of the hall. It makes everything seem even darker. Like I thought that wasn’t possible. I wonder what would happen if a new student was afraid of the dark.

I ride the elevator back up to my floor, and as I’m exiting, I notice Rye storming down the hall. “I told you I was going to bring you your schedule by.” He says, handing me a piece of paper. He starts walking back down the hall and stops in front of my door. His muscles seem tense through his shirt, but I cannot understand why he’s so angry.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t know you meant fifteen minutes later.” I snap, growing tired of him. I unlock my door and he walks in, finding the matches for the candle. I set the schedule down on my dresser and slip out of my sneakers. I run my hands through my hair, pulling it from my face, up into a pony tail tying it with the band I had around my wrist.

Rye walks around my room lighting candles as I wander over to the window. I can’t help but stare down towards the woods. If only I knew what was out there. If only I knew if it had anything to do with Maggie.

“Hey, Blondie.. I don’t have all day.” Rye’s annoying voice brings me back from my trance. I scowl at him as I retrieve my schedule from my dresser. “What’s so important that you’ve got to do?” I ask, wondering what kind of a social life this character could possibly have.

His eyes grow dark, almost invisible in this lighting. Demonic, almost. I walk over to my bed and sit, giving in and letting his speech begin. “You have two classes each day, except for Friday.” He begins. “Why not Friday?” I ask, and a low growl escapes his throat.

“No one has classes on Friday.” He says. I fight the urge to ask why. I can always find out later, from someone else. Rye begins pacing, rambling about my history class and how they’re already half way through the semester. Looks like I’ll have a lot of catching up to do.

I zone out on the rest of his lecture. He’s taking his power as an advisor too seriously. I wonder if anyone in this dorm ever actually listens to him. I don’t think I’ll be paying much attention to him after these first few days are done and over with.

“Hey, will you at least tell me how Maggie died?” I cut him off mid sentence. His eyes flow to mine and he looks confused. “Who told you about Maggie?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “These kids that were in the mess hall..” Like it matters. “She lived in this room right?”

Rye turns to look out the window for a second. “What did they tell you?” He asks, turning his head slightly towards me, but not meeting my eyes. “Just that she killed herself.. and that she lived in this room.” I say, leaving out the part about the boy across the hall. “Well, that’s all you need to know.” Rye says, turning towards the door. “Be ready for class tomorrow.. yours starts at nine.” And with that he exits my room.

I lay back on my bed, sighing heavily. Why is it such a big deal to tell me the story?A loud slam startles me and pulls me from my bed. Whatever it was shook the entire room. Just as I’m standing, it happens again. It’s coming from the hall. Before it could happen again, my hands were yanking my door open. There, across the hall, stood the dazed boy. His expression was continuously vague, but it had a hint of humor in a crooked smile that barely met his eyes. He was waiting on me, expecting me to come. But, why?

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[anneliese]

the suspense is killing me!!
i am looking forward to watching thses characters devolope and to see how they interact with the stoy line and the other characters.
the one sugestion i have is to seperate the paragraph when you have the dialogue change characters. it helps the flow and lessens confusion.
other than that Great Job!!