Wild Things

Prologue

Author Notes- Hey guys, this is the author here and, this is a brand new story that I will working on. This story literally took 5 years to think of, and I hope y'all enjoy it.

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Unknown P.O.V

2 to the square of fx(c) to the power of.... wait what!?

 My brain was flustered, math had always been my worst subject. I hated everything about it. I dusted off the dirt off my tennis shoes. I really need to understand this, this is my last year of High School and I want to leave so bad. 

 Not because of the bullies or the rude remark of being 'different' from everyone else. My mom told me a college called for me. I can't think of the college's name right now, but the Majors are: Art, Literature, Music, Theater Arts, and Audio Visual. The major I'm gonna take is Literature. I always enjoy writing and In the future I'm planning to do something with it.

 But I can't go in details right now, I'm busy trying to solve the most impossible math question ever. It was study hall right now, and I usually take a trip the forest behind our school to study or catch up on stuff. I love coming to the forest by myself. The birds singing and the wind therw the grass soothes me.

  Okay back to the math, if the have some letter don't they get combine..... Right?

 I set my pencil and start rubbing my head. This math is giving me a headache.

 "Where is she!!!!!!!?"

 The voice got me startled. The voice was far, but not that far.

 "We know you're out here! Show yourself!!"

 At first I thought it was a teacher looking for me in the forest,  but the voice sounded so unfamiliar, it couldn't be a teacher.  I got scared, I ran behind the bushes near by. My heart started to beat  fast, I think I couldn't breath. I started to hear foot steps approaching near me.

 I think I'm gonna have an asthma attack.

 My eyes darted and seen a men with a gun. He look like he was in his early or mid thirties I believe. He was wearing a suit, and look nicely groomed too.

 "Come on I know you're out her, show yourself!!" The man began yelling like a psycho or something. He then noticed my papers and bag.

 Leaving your stuff out in the open, smooth move Callie.

  He start snooping at my stuff. He then grab the math paper I was just working and start scanning at it." Red"

 Crap, he's reading my last name.

  He then begin smirking" She's here alright," he crumpled my paper up and threw it to the ground " Show yourself demon!!!!"

 He's looking for me!

 I had to get out of here, but how. Maybe I should wait till he leaves. He grabbed my backpack and looked threw it. He then dumped it on the ground, but the thing was unfinished artwork, books, and papers that had to either study for or finish.

 He then studied my artwork like he was studying for some kind of important exam and he really wanted to pass. He stood looking threw my stuff like 6 minutes, I then got an idea.

 Closing my eyes I began to think;  Stormy skies, Rainy Days, thy shall shown-

 I couldn't think anymore, I felt weak and dizzy. I then noticed a huge cut on my throat. How did got there.

 "Cooke, over here! I found her." It was an older gentleman I think in his late sixties or early seventies, I don't know I'm not really sure.

 I began to cough up. They began talking again, but I couldn't quite hear it, the voice started fade off. My vision getting dimmed.

 And all I could see was a light.