As I turned the corner, my bike slid across a mud puddle and struck an old can, causing me to fly across my handle bars and into what I thought was a pile of old news papers.
"Ugg!" I muttered as I tried desperately to find my way out of the maze of papers still settling down around me.
Then suddenly, I stopped. Something began to move beneath me. My heart began to pound, as all around me paper were shifting and moving about. Then, out popped a hand, right in front of my face!
"AHHH!!!" I screamed, leaping up into the air and causing the papers to be turned back into a turmoil.
"You can stop screaming, I'm just as confused as you are." I heard the person mutter.
Startled, I stepped back and slipped into the mud pile that I'd just flown over.
"I thought... I mean... I couldn't... I didn't..." I was in such a jumble, that the other person started laughing.
"Thanks." I grumbled.
"You really shouldn't be so grumpy." A boy's head popped out from the papers and grinned at me.
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly. "It's just that you scared me!"
"Well, I could say the same." He chuckled and stood up.
"I suppose..." My mind suddenly snapped to! Here I was, sitting in a mud puddle, my bike covered in oozing mud, my bruised-stalker somewhere near-by ready to kill me and I in no condition to flee!
"Suppose what?" He asked as he bent down and started to pick up papers.
I looked right, left, up, down, and around. Something told me that Mr. Bruise was about ready to pounce, but when?
"You still with us?" Paper Boy turned towards me with a clueless smiled.
"Is there a trash can somewhere near by?" I asked hurriedly.
"Yes, but I'll take care of the mess." He answered, turning back to the pile of papers.
"No, I mean for me." I blurted, not realizing how terrible that sounded.
"For who?" He turned back around and gave me a weird look.
"NO! Ugg, no! I've just got to hide! I'll explain later!" I must have sounded insane!
He gave an exasperated sigh and then turned around.
"Look, if you're running from the police..." He started.
"NO! Will you look here! If you don't help me, I'll get murdered and it will be your fault! So get over here and help!" I sputtered between glances at the corner.
"WHAT? Ok, but you'll need more than a trash can!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a door nearby.
The door lead us into a small hallway with a large room at the end, and a couple of side doors near the center.
"This is Paper Cut Co. I work here." He explained as he pulled me into one of the side rooms.
"This is your office?" I asked.
"Maybe." He answered, opening the door and walking out.
"And that's supposed to mean?" I asked as the door shut behind him.
"Anything." I heard him laugh and walk away.
"IF YOU JUST LOCKED ME IN HERE," I yelled, "THEN YOU ARE SO DEAD! I'LL SIC MY BROTHER ON YOU!"
"TRUST ME, I'M TERRIFIED!" He yelled back and I heard the outside door shut.
I twisted the door knob, hoping that it would be unlocked. Sure enough it was! And, it was lockable from the INSIDE! I blushed and turned the lock, realizing what an idiot I was!
Now all I needed was to call my parents and have them pick me up.
I shoved my hand into my right pocket... No cell phone.
My left pocket, no cell phone.
My back pockets.... no cell phone
I groaned and stared about the room in frustration. Then I saw it. A large, gray object, with cords, and lots of buttons.
A corded phone? I longingly gazed at it, hoping that it would work. I picked it up and dialed my home number.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep."That didn't work." I hung up and tried again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"What's wrong with this thing!" I growled.
Then I noticed a small white note card with information numbers typed on it. In one section it said, "To make a call, dial 9+number..."
With this new knowledge, I gleefully picked up the phone again, and dialed my number– the 9 included.
Hello, you've reached the Freeston's...
I hung up in frustration. Who else would I call? Cloe would faint, Blake (my brother) would laugh, Mom's cell phone was broken, Dad wouldn't answer his at work, and I didn't have his work number.
My stomach didn't seem to enjoy the stress either and started showing signs of blowing. Here I was, a self-prisoner with no way of getting home! I slowly sat down in a chair nearby and began to think about my plot. Technically, I could've just stepped out and left, but I didn't really want to face paper boy, or the bruised guy. So I decided to wait awhile and see what would happen.
I knew that if I let my stomach relax for a few minutes, I'd get over the nausea. That was one thing I could be thankful for! So I sat back and relaxed....
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3POV (3rd Person Point of View):Allan Gryger stepped out of the Paper Cut Co. and sighed.
"Now to pick up this mess. Poor girl! Must be drunk." He sadly shook his head. "Why do people think that's going to help anything? Maybe I'll be able to help her, once she calms down."
He stuffed a handful of papers into a large dumpster near by. As he did so, a hand grabbed his shoulder and twirled him around. He slipped on some papers and landed in the same mud puddle that had caused Andrea's demise.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU JUST DID THAT TO ME! Don't you even know who I am?!" A tall male figure loomed over him.
"C-c-an I h-help-p y-you?" Allan stammered out, scared half out of his mind.
"DON'T ACT SO..." The guy trailed off. "Oh, I thought you were someone else."
"O-o-h-h!" He squeaked. "Ok?"
"Ish. You're no help." He spit out, "If you see a girl about 5'6'', blond hair, blue eyes, kinda slow... you can tell her that Sean's upset." He then walked away muttering to himself.
Allan watched as Sean, slogged through the mud and around the next bend. Next he looked back towards the papers, then at the bike, then at the door that he had just pulled Andrea through.
"Wow! That was a close call! I guess she really wasn't drunk!" He mumbled in shock.
A buzzing sound caught his attention and glancing down, he saw a shiny object protruding out of the mire. He pulled it up, wiped the gunk off of it, stared intently at it for a minute, then placed it in his pocket.
"I'll save this for later." He nodded and picked himself up off the ground. "I'd better finish this job, then check on that girl."
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ANDREA'S POV:I guess I was able to relax very well, because I woke up to the sound of someone banging on my door.
I looked about the room in confusing, trying to figure out where I was. Then I remembered, the paper boy's office.
Quickly, I pushed the chair against the door and pressed my weight against it. I wasn't going to take any chances.
"Hey! Are you still in there?" I heard a muffled voice call through the door.
"Depends." I replied.
"I heard that! Let me in!' The voice laughed.
"Who's me?" I consciously removed the chair.
"Depends."
"You're right! Depends on whether I'll let you in or not."
"Oh? Well in that case, it's your conscience."
"My conscience isn't male, nor does it talk to me behind locked doors."
I heard a muffled giggle. "Are you sure about the second one?"
"Yes."
"Ok, you win." I heard a clicking sound.
"Hey! That's against rules! No keys allowed!" I pushed the chair back against the door.
"No one said there were any rules. But I'll abide, considering I realize the predicament you're in, not knowing whether or not to trust me." The key slid out and the voice stopped.
"Well, then who is it?"
"The person who you ran into back there.."
"Oh. Anyone else?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Ok, well... then I'll let you in." I turned the lock and opened the door.
"Thanks!" He came in and sat down in a chair near by.
"Welcs." I smiled nervously.
"Ok... Now I want to know something." He leaned forward in the chair, he chin resting on his folded hands.
""Ummm, yes?" I raised my eyebrows.
"What happened before you met me?" He looked me up and down.
"Umm, well, err... you see, it happened like this..." I told him the whole story, including all the gory details.
He sat back in his chair stunned. "WOW!" Was all that came out of his mouth.
"Yeah, so that's why I'm in this room." I kinda laughed.
"You know, you should home-school." He grinned, showing two really cute dimples.
I just smiled.
Actually, I had been home-schooled until last year. That's when my parents put me in public school, although they didn't give me a specific reason why. I personally hated every second of public school and prayed every morning that God would make it so I could home-school again! Maybe this was my chance?
"I'm serious! You could get killed going to school! Have you told your parents about this yet?" He shot me a look.
"Well, no. I didn't want them to worry about me anymore then they already do! They've got enough problems already." I looked down at the floor. I think it the school situation had something to do with my stomach, but I couldn't be sure.
"Yeah, well you should. Their your protectors and all they want to do is help you!" He looked down at his watch and leaped out of the chair.
"What?" I looked up confused.
"YIKES! I'm 15 minutes behind!" He yelped, "Hey, look. I've got to get to work, but I'll ask my dad if someone here can drive you home. I don't want you to have to practice anymore martial arts!"
I sent him an amused glare and started towards the door. He, meanwhile, was pushing buttons on that so-called phone... and somehow found a ride for me.
//. Author’s Note: At this point, chapter 3 is def. my favorite! I don’t know what I’d do without Allan! [In reality, Allan describes my best friend really well!] Hope you enjoy it!
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