|Our Little Secret
Author: sarah1491 PM
Ryan puts a knife up to his math teacher after class and threatens to kill both the teacher and Joanna immediately if she tells anyone about the incident. Joanna is scared for both her life and her teachers. What will she do? Will she tell anyone?Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,712 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 10-01-06 - Published: 01-28-06 - id: 2100515
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A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus on my stories. I've finallycome up withmore ideas and more time. Enjoy and please review!
When we got to the math office, I handed Mrs. Xu the key and followed Ms. Wilson to a big room with tons of plates and bowls of food. I think I was in heaven.
"Woah..." I said, looking around in awe.
"Oh, this is the staff cafeteria area. It's an extension of the cafe the students eat at." She explained.
"Oooh, cool!" I said in amazement. It was huge, and I had never even known it existed.
"Want me to let you in on a little secret?" Ms. Wilson asked. I nodded. "The food is fresher here. You kids get the leftovers!" That was bittersweet news. I was happy to be eating the best, but I couldn't imagine having to eat leftovers, as she put it.
I ended up eating a lot. I had two types of pasta, a garden salad, a chocolate milk and for desert: A piece of blueberry pie! Once I finished eating, I got up from the table and walked around. I came to a door that I assumed lead to the main cafeteria. I pushed open the door and took a look around. I saw tons of kids sitting at tables talking to each other. I scanned the crowd until my eyes were met by Ryan's. His pop bottle glasses covered his cold, blue-grey eyes that were staring at me. A second later, he turned his head, pulled a pencil out of his backpack and stuck it behind his ear. Ughh, he disgusts me. He pretends to be an innocent nerd who has no friends, when he is actually a creepy teacher-obsessor who has no friends. (If that even makes any sense.) I closed the cafeteria door and went back into what I like to call the "upper-class cafeteria". I looked around until I spotted Ms. W, who was in a conversation with another teacher. I walked around a bit, waiting for them to finish, and after I walked up to Ms. Wilson.
"Hello Joanna." She greeted me with a smile on her face. I don't get it, I just don't. How can someone cover all that up? Everything that happened, maybe... An hour earlier?
"Umm, I was just wondering if I could talk to you in your office for a minute. If you're not too busy?" I knew Ryan was onto me by the evil look he gave me a minute ago in the cafe. I wanted to ask whether she would like something to be done about Ryan. Should I tell the office?
"Is after school okay with you?" She asked. I agreed. 3:10 sharp I would be there. I went out through the math office --- so I wouldn't have to look in Ryan's creepy eyes again --- and slowly walked to my locker. I had twenty minutes until French class which was really close. I turned the lock carefully. Twenty-two... Nine... Fourteen. I thought as I opened the lock. I pulled the lock open after the last number and opened the locker door to find notes falling out. I picked one up. It read:
I know of your plan to tell on me,
But it will not work, you see?
For I am the mastermind,
Who is very determined to keep my plan alive.
A fool such as you will not ruin this plan
Because I am smarter than the average young man.
I saw you in the cafeteria today,
And your thoughts were obviously plastered all over your face.
You think I am a nerd; a real weirdo,
But it's okay, I know you're a bit slow!
Goodbye dear Joanna,
Good luck with Plan A.
You'll have to figure out B,
If you want a chance to outsmart me!
Your nerdy foe, Ryan
I knew this was not good. I knew the rest of the notes would be along the same line of creepyness, so I decided not to even open them. At first I wanted to take all Ryan's stupid letters and throw them in the trash, but I decided not to. Instead, I scooped them up and tucked them in my backpack's side pocket. I planned to show them to Ms. Wilson after school.
As I had just finished getting out my stuff for French, and was closing the locker, I felt someone grab my shoulders. I screamed very loudly.
"Let go of me, you creep!" I screamed. I couldn't believe Ryan would do this!
"Whoa, whoa girl! Calm down!" It was Sasha.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else." I sighed a breath of relief.
"Obviously." Sasha replied. "What's up with you today? You've been acting strange." I turned my head and closed the locker door. Sasha didn't like being ignored.
"Come on, Jo! What's up? I promise I won't tell anyone. Having boy problems? Huh?"
"Sort of..." I replied, and walked away. Sasha stood there looking clueless.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"French. Bye." I answered without turning my head back. I didn't want to get into any big conversation. Sasha is the type of person who would worries about you way too much and wants to know everything. If I did tell her, by the end of school the entire school would know --- including Ryan. I turned down the language hall until I ended up at room 116: French class.