What am I going to do? The question reels through my brain...
*RIIIIIING*
Oh gosh. The bell? The day's over. Where did all of my time go??
"Sandi, come on, lets walk home together. I just broke up with Bryan and you’ve GOT to hear about it! Walk home with me and I’ll fill you in on all of the details.
Tara still doesn't know about me walking home with Stalker-Man.
"Sorry, I can't, I'll have to catch up with you later."
...at least, I hope I will.
"Aw, come on, you know how I have to tell you everything or else I explode! Please??? Pleeeeeeeeease? Why can't you come?"
My brain frantically searches for an excuse...for about the fifth time today.
"Remember when Mr. Waller had to come get me from the bathroom? Well, I have to stay late and help him...file papers."
I flash Tara a quick puppy-dog face, reassuring her that I would much rather be with her than with "Mr. Waller". In all honesty, I really would rather be with Tara than where I actually will be, which is with Michael, but I'm not so sure that breaking a promise to a stalker is such a good idea. I have NO clue what he would do; after all, he's mentally unstable.
"Oh, all right. But call me as soon as you get home; this one's interesting!"
I really don't care about Tara’s boy relationships right now; I have my own problems...
"Okay, I will."
If I even make it home...he could drag me off to some shack somewhere, he could hold me hostage, he could drive off with me...or worse. I really hope I can escape from all of this.
"Bye Sandi!"
Tara waves as she heads for the door.
"Bye Tara."
It could be my last goodbye to her...
I gather up my books and slide on my bookbag. I keep my binder out of my bag to carry, just in case Michael tries to hold my hand…or grab my wrist.
I walk slowly towards the door, cherishing each Michael free step that I take.
As soon as I walk through the door, he appears, wearing that sickening smile.
"Hey Sand, let's get started."
I take a deep breath. I really want to run in the opposite direction...
"Okay."
I don't return the smile that he has plastered on his face.
I stop in the hall and try to talk to a friend of mine, just to buy some time, but he takes my arm and pulls me away- forcefully.
We step outside into the sunlight. There's an icy breeze blowing. How appropriate. I linger for a moment, then start down the steps.
Here we go.
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