The cold water felt
good on my skin. I let the water run down my back for a
good half hour. I finally stepped out of the shower,
wrapping a towel around my body. I plugged in the
blow-dryer and turned it on high. About halfway done
the doorbell rang. With the towel still wrapped around
me, I walked down the hallway. The doorbell rang
“Coming, hold your horses.” I
yell, entering the living room.
I opened the door to see the stupid boy with the
brown curly hair and green eyes. He still had his
“What do you want, Walt?” I
He didn’t answer.
“You have 3 seconds to talk before I slam this
door in your face.” I said, irritation creeping
into my voice. “3… 2… 1…
goodbye.” I say, beginning to close the
Walt puts his hand up, preventing me from moving the
door another inch. He looks into my eyes.
“Is it true?” He asked.
“Is what true?” I asked,
confused. My eyes widen with realization. Walt
“How did you find out?” I asked,
looking down at my feet.
“I did my research.” Walt says,
smiling devilishly. “You’re a
freak. I hope you get cancer.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as Walt started to walk
away. If he told anyone my life would be
ruined. But I still needed to go to school.
After all, I had promised.
I pulled on a tank top and a pair of sweats, not
caring what I looked like. I slipped on a pair of
flip flops and trudged out the door. It would be
maybe an hour before school started, so I decided to take
my sweet time.
I dragged my feet across the pavement, humming along
to my iPod. I must have been off in my own world,
because I didn’t hear the foot steps behind me.
And when they yelled in ear, I shoot 10 feet in the