"Uh, okay." I hesitantly got out of my seat, and went
to the front of the class.
There were a lot of people in this class, many to choose from.
I quickly scanned across the room and my eyes landed on her.
Lindsey. Alright. This should be easy enough.
"This person, she has brown hair, blonde highlights.
It's long and wavy. She has green eyes. She's new, and
she's quiet."
"IT'S HER!" an unfamiliar boy shouted, pointing
at Lindsey.
"Yeah, it is." I moved back to my seat, as Mrs.
Numford chose another victim.
The class went by quickly, the unfamiliar boy, clearly very
attentive, answered correctly almost every guess speech. The
bell rang loudly, and I went on my way to Ag class. I sat near
the middle. When everyone got in the room, the teacher still
wasn't there.We
started talking, quietly, at first, but go loader as time went
by.
10 minutes into class we heard a load banging on the storage
closet door. We sat there, for a moment, wondering what it
could've been, until we heard it again. A boy got up,
probably a sophomore, and tried to open the door. It
wouldn't budge. More guys got up to help him, and still
couldn't get it open.
Lindsey stood up, "Move it."