Beast

The Eyes

    I get chills as the bus slams on its breaks, the loud shriek of the wheels echoing around me. Rain beats down against the metal roof of school bus a64 so loud my head throbs. A bit of rain splashes my face through the open window in front of me, but I don't mind. Its steaming hot on this bus anyways. I feel a slight wind from the few empty seats that have windows open. Other students around me chatter, not much though. The 6 hour high school day has seemed to tire them out.

It did for me.

    Today was my first day of school. My first day at a new school, to be specific. Parker High school. My mom and I moved here, to Parker, PA, about a week ago. A pretty small town, population in the 800's. I like it so far. It rains a lot, but I've always liked the rain.  

    The bus squeaks to a stop, once again. A few kids pour out before it begins slowly accelerating back to it's usual pace. My stop is next. 

Once I'm off the bus, I slowly walk down my street, not caring that I'm getting completely soaked. I stick my hand out to collect a few raindrops with a happy sigh. 

   I didn't really make any friends today. Honestly, I don't think anyone noticed me. I can't blame them. I'm not very extraordinary looking, not very pretty. Short, pale, wavy brown hair and light brown eyes. My eyes almost have a yellow tint to them. People at my old school thought it was a little weird that I had such light brown eyes and such dark (almost black) hair. I kind of like the combination actually. I'm not trying to be conceited, I just like being a little different. 

   I continue down the road, occasionally stepping in puddles. Trees and forest all around me. One of my favorite things about Pennsylvania. The trees. The leaves are all sorts of colors in the fall, brown, red, orange and all the shades in between! It is absolutely stunning. Back in California, where I used to live, that didn't happen.

    I turn up onto my driveway. My house is kind of hidden, almost. Our driveway is exceptionally long, and not to mention pretty much right into the woods. 

  As I pass my mail box, I feel like I'm being watched.

It's a horrible feeling, to me the worst.

I circle all around, looking to see if my senses are true, but see nothing. I know it's probably nothing, but I can't help but feel scared. I walk on, quickening my pace. 

  Once my house is in veiw, relief washes all over me. It's silly, I know, what would be in the woods watching me? 

Or who.

With that one simple thought I managed to make my fear return, 10 times stronger. I jog up my front steps as fast as I can. 

   At the last step, once i'm on the porch, I turn around once more. Nothing but woods, and of course my long driveway. 

   As I reachbehind me for the doorknob, though, I think I see something. Something that freaks me out beyond belief.

 Eyes. Yellow as can be, watching me through the bushes.