Aiden led me up to the front of the house. It was so quaint, here in the middle of this little mini-forest. I started to hear the first raindrops hit the leaves of the trees overhead, so I scrambled up the sidewalk and took refuge under the awning over the door. Aiden, Sara, and Tori soon joined me.

"Crap," Aiden muttered as he searched his hoodie ( Read more... )

"Well then... what am I supposed to do?" I had never cut school before, but I wasn't some sort of goody-goody who had never eventhought about it. But where were they taking me? When you put it like that, it sounded a whole lot like kidnapping. Great. More of that.

"We want you to meet... someone else." Aiden said. I was sick of all this vagueness. I ( Read more... )

That night, I think I slept for about 10 minutes.

Most of my time was spent trying as hard as possible not to move my fingers. Frankly, I was pretty freaking scared of stopping time again. How on earth had I done that? Why had it never happened before?

This was too much weirdness to handle. First my stalker, then his weird family, and now I could ( Read more... )

As soon as the bell rang, I marched out of the classroom, still fuming. I had read a whole two pages in my book, and it was really getting to a good part. Aiden hadn't gotten too far in his book either. Sure, I saw him turn a page or three, but he was really too busy staring at me.

But WHY? That was the million dollar question. I had theorized that ( Read more... )

Tuesdays are better than Mondays. It's a scientifically proven fact.

Okay, and it's also a lie. But you know, whatever.

But it was true for me. Today, no bus seats attacked me, Elsie managed to keep from imploding, I didn't starve to death, and my stalker was nowhere to be found. The last one was both uplifting... and disappointing. So much for ( Read more... )

Monday was a short day. That meant that the last period, reading, was cut off and we went home instead. It was so the teachers could work on whatever teachers do outside of school. I really didn’t care. Less school was good.

When the last bell of the day rang, I shot out of my seat and went straight to my locker. I was not only afraid of missing the ( Read more... )

The day seemed to be dragging on and on, just like I had predicted. Sometimes it's nice to have little warnings like that so you could prepare for the consequences. But this still sucked.

I was fortunate enough not to have the creepy staring boy in any of my classes, and believe me, I made sure. As soon as the second bell rang for each class, I ( Read more... )