Hide and seek

Tired and Sad- Ch.4

Just stay calm. Calm. Planes aren't that bad. I was sitting next to the window and freaking out. I had never ridden in a plane. I wanted to pull down the blind in the window, but the chubby little kid next to me wanted to look out.

"Hey, Lady! Look out there! We're higher than Superman!" the little boy yelled. I was about ready to slap this kid silly. He leaned over onto my lap so he could get a better look and I exploded.

"You fat little bird dropping, if you are not off my lap in the next two seconds I will hurt you! Oh yeah! Fat kid's mom you had better control over your son!" I said. I wasn't yelling because I knew that would get me thrown off the plane. The kid started to cry and climb away into his mom's lap.

"Excuse me Miss, is there a problem?" the attendant asked. I just stared at her, how stupid was she? "Well, I don't know but I do know I want a different seat because this lady can't control her kid!" I told her. I was managing to stay pretty calm, considering that I was about to go crazy.

"Okay, well we can't do that right now, but I will ask that you keep your calm and not yell at people," she said. Then I did what I wanted to do for awhile. "WellMiss. Peppy - Happy-go-lucky, let's see you keep your cool when you just saw your dad get killed. Then get packed and go to Austin, Texas to a stupid boarding school until you're 18, so that you don't have to go into foster care!" I yelled into her face. She looked taken aback. Then she turned around and left. No one bothered me the rest of my trip.

When I got of my last plane, I saw a guy holding a sign with my name. For a split second, I thought about walking past and leaving. Apparently, he had seen a picture or something of me because he waved and smiled. He looked around twenty-one, and blond. He was very tall and had blue eyes. He slightly reminded me of an older, blonder version of Noah, except much hotter. "Hey! Your Sofia right?" he said. His voice was better than his body, like velvet.  "Yeah, and you are? By the way, no one calls me Sofia," I said. He seemed like a teacher, but until I knew, he looked like open game.  Mr. Danvers. "If no one calls you Sofia, then what am I to call you?" he said as we walked to baggage pick up.  "Siri. Are you a teacher or something, because I can't figure it out?" I said. When I went to get my luggage he grabbed it before I could.

"Well, I'm a guard at the school. They like to send us because we can help get angry ones to the school better than others can." he said smiling. He then added, "We stay at the school with you guys. A lot of students call us their RA's; because, if you have an issue there are two of us that sleep at the end of your hall."

"I heard that this school was co-ed, so did you expect me to be a hard kid?" I asked, with a mischievous grin. We were walking out into the parking lot, when I saw something that scared me to no end. There was a letter with my name on it taped to the back of the car.

"No! He hasn't found me. Please God, please,." I said as I got the letter off the car. I didn't know if I could handle having him find me. I open the letter and it read:

Oh! My dear Sofia,

You thought you were safe didn't you? I have to say that you did a very bad job of protecting your father. Plus, what did I tell you?  Run and I will find you. WaylandAcademy here you come. Ha! Ha!  You probably thought you might be safe there! Wrong again my lovebird!  Wrong.

You know who

I started to hyperventilate. He found me even when I ran across the country.

"Hey, Whoa! Stop crying! I won't let anything happen to you! Look at me! Get in the car. Now." he said, while messing with something at his belt. I looked down and noticed he had a gun, a dart gun. He saw that I had noticed and gave me a look that said, "I love my job. I'm not going to ruin it by knocking you out"

I hopped in the car and so did he. I was still crying and freaking out. My Dad is dead, and so is the rest of my family because of this guy, and he has found me! I know he said he wasn't going to kill me until I had kids, but I'm not doing the kid thing for that reason. What if he sees that and decides to kill me or something.

"We have about an hour or two drive until we get to Wayland." he said looking over at me. I still hadn't stopped crying yet. "You do know that Wayland is in Bastrop, right?" He said because along with my worried face, apparently I had a surprised face.

"No, I had no clue. I didn't even know Wayland was on the face of the planet until about 6 hours ago," I said. I realized I must sound sort of pissed off, because of the look he gave me after I said that.

"Well it does. How long ago did your last relative die?" he said. I really had forgotten this school was only for    kids with money and no family.  "About 6 hours and 45 minutes ago," I said, while trying to sound like I didn't care. I really hadn't thought bout how long ago it was yet. I was happy that I was already crying, because I would have started to cry right then.

Mr. Danvers looked over at me. He looked sad and sorry for me. "I'm sorry for that, I remember going here a few days after my mom died. It was hard, but the school has a really good counseling staff and you have people to go to when needed," he said. He reached out and patted my knee like an old friend would.

I smiled and said, "Thanks."  I hadn't realized but I was exhausted. I yawned and Mr. Danvers laughed and said, "I guess the adrenaline rush has worn off. Get some sleep, we have a long drive."  I turned toward the window and snuggled down. I was going to be in a boarding school. I hadn't said goodbye to my friends. My dad was dead. What had happened to my life?