Chapter 27 - A Twisted DayA Chapter by emmaNate wasn’t at school. He
texted me at lunch to tell me he was sick, and he probably wouldn’t be able to
get out of bed for a few days. I wondered if I had something to do with his
sickness. But I carried on with my day. The best part of it truly was when I
saw Clarissa Flory round the corner, her nose red and swollen. It was like a
dramatic movie moment. You know when the popular villans come around, and they
walk all slow motioned, and the light shines on them so they look angelic?
Their hair blows behind them dramatically, and when they turn to see the lowly
unpopular kid, they wrinkle their noses and roll their eyes. Yeah, that’s what
happened. Except Clarissa had an ugly nose that ruined her whole image. Despite myself, I actually
burst out laughing. Everyone stopped and stared at me, and then they all
noticed Clarissa. Nadine tried to throw herself in front of her friend, but
everyone else had started scoffing and snickering by then. Some even asked her
what happened, and then started laughing. She pouted and stomped away, all the
while I was wheezing and coughing from laughing so hard. I guess I really
needed to let off some steam and just laugh, and nothing else was really all
that funny in my life. Someone touched my back and
I collected myself and stopped laughing. I turned around and saw Max Foreword,
a shy smile creeping onto his lips. “Hey, Max,” I said. “We can
talk about the drama presentation today after school if we don’t have class
time.” He nodded. “Okay, sounds
good.” I smiled. He coughed and looked away.
“So, uh, who is that guy you went out with the other night?” I felt a blush spread over
my cheeks, but I still answered. “Nate.” Max looked stricken. “That
blonde dude who hangs out with a guy named Wilson?” “Yeah! That’s him.” Max grabbed my shoulder and
shook me. Shook me. “Are you insane?
He’s a heartbreaker. He dumped his ex girlfriend over the phone, and then tried
to win her back for a month or so until he met someone else . . .” Max trailed
off. He stared at me, his blue
eyes crackling. “He met you. You’re just his new toy.” I threw Max off of me.
“You’re insane. Nate’s a sweet guy!” “That’s what Serena LeTrice
thought, too.” I shook my head. “Max, who I
date is none of your business. Okay? Leave it alone.” Max looked sad. “You’re only
hurting yourself, Andrea.” “Whatever,” I snapped and
stomped away. I stood outside my drama
classroom for five minutes, trying to force myself to walk in, but couldn’t. I
couldn’t face Max, because I was starting to doubt myself and Nate’s jerk
status. What if I was just a toy? What if I was about to be played? I leaned
against the lockers and breathed deeply. I pushed off of the metal and walked
away. I just couldn’t handle drama class. I ran my hand along the
lockers and my expedition with Nate through these halls flashed to memory. The
scared, but awkward look on his face, the way we’d brush against each other
while walking, the way I told him off, because I had too much pride to say I
was threatened by Clarissa . . . Then the feel of gaze on me as I punched her
right in the nose a few days later. The electricity that shot through my veins
after a brief touch of our lips. I sighed. The sound of high heels on
linoleum jolted me out of my memories. Panicked, I jogged to the nearest
bathroom and shoved in. I did not want another detention. I sat the floor for
at least an hour, watching the funny faces of the girls who entered and saw me
there. Scenarios played through my mind the entire time. Scenario One: Nate and I
date until the end of high school, get married, have kids, the whole nine
yards. Scenario Two: Nate dumps me like trash, leaving me broken and crushed.
Scenario Three: ghombies take over the world and kill off either Nate or I,
leaving the other to fight for themselves. I shook my head and tried to clear
my mind. It didn’t work. When the final bell rang, I
bolted out of the lavatory and right into the crowded halls. It was a sea of
bodies, each person a wave or ripple. They all smashed together and created a
massive tide that could pull you under if you weren’t careful. I managed to
slip through everyone and out the front doors. I had nowhere to go but home,
but I didn’t want to just sit cooped up in my bedroom for the whole night. So I
went around back and leaned against the old brick walls of the school, and let
the cool air rush into my lungs. I closed my eyes and relaxed, the serenity of
doing nothing calming me. A hand slid around my waist,
and another over my mouth. The grips tightened and yanked me against a sturdy
body, one that was freezing to the touch. I kicked and thrashed, but to no
avail. No one heard my muffled screams. “Now you listen close,” a
deep voice murmured into my ear. “Do as I say, and I won’t kill you.” Tears slid down my cheeks. I
nodded ever so slightly, and the frozen man pulled me away from the wall. He dragged
me over to the side of the road, and threw me in the back of an old, dingy
truck. He bound my hands and taped my mouth shut. I finally got a good look at
his face, and tried to scream when I saw who it was. Or what it was. It was a ghombie. I was being kidnapped by a ghombie. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 22, 2011Last Updated on December 27, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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