Adrianne's POV
Both of us were standing in a different corner of the room with our faces facing the wall I said sarcastically "So wall... Wuzzap?"
The whole class started bursting out laughing... Crap. Did I say it that loud?
"Adrianne Rose,"
Uh oh... That can't be good
"Me and you need to have a little talk at the end of the hour"
Yup. I'm dead meat.
- 20 minutes later -
The bell rang and I ran out with the whole class screaming "FREEDOM!" except that before I even got outside the hallway a hand grabbed my shoulder
"AHHH!" I screamed
"Relax Adrianne, It's me" The voice said surprised
I turned around to see Mrs. Andrews (My teacher) bending down beside me with a concerned face "Are you okay?" She asked and I nodded standing up, with my face a bit pale "Come with me sweetie" She said reaching for my hand and I rejected it
"It's okay, I won't bite" She said with a smile and I felt my muscles relax a bit .
I let her take my hand as we walked to the empty class room. She closed the door and I started getting nervous again shaking
"Adrianne? Adrianne calm down!" Mrs. Andrews said shocked
"Adri" I corrected her shaking my head trying to get the creepy - looking man from earlier today out of my head
"Adri," she repeated "Is someone hurting you?" She asked resting her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me
"N-no" I said staring at the dirty (now gray-ish) ground refusing to look into her eyes
"tell me" she said forcing me to look into her deep endless eyes.
"A man..." I splurted out rapping my arms around her sobbing "I'm... I'm just so confused and scared" I mumbled as tears dripped down onto her white jacket "Hey," she said making me look up at her deep endless brown eyes once again "Everything is going to be okay"
Everything is going to be okay?
I listened to her sweet voice replay again and again those sweet hopeful words in my head.
Everything is going to be okay.... Everything is going to be okay.... Everythin-
"Adri, what man?" Mrs. Andrews asked snapping me out of my trance
"I don't think I can tell you. But maybe I could show you" I said wiping my tears of my cheek and sat down and she made a confused face "Maybe I could try to draw him" I said whispering "Okay" She replied and grabbed a piece of paper and some crayons from a drawer underneath her.
She put them on the table and then waited patiently leaning with her back against the desk.I started drawing, without even noticing. My crayon drew from it own will, making soft gentle turns.Suddenly it stopped. It didn't draw anymore. I looked silently at the paper that was just a few minutes ago blank. And now - it looks like it's a photograph. How did I draw this?
Mrs. Andrews eye's grew big as she let out a small scream
"H-how... How did you do this?" she asked mumbling with now a shocked expression on her face, pale as snow.
Mrs. Andrews POV
I let out a scream when I saw she stopped drawing. The drawing, it looked like a photograph. And the thing that most scared me was that I recognized him.
YOU ARE READING
A Chance Of Surviving
Fantasy"They're things that the regular eye cannot see. Like dragons and fairies. Just like a flee - they bite and hurt. You just cannot see them. They are your feelings, you must not come near them" "you have gone mad, Adrianne. Wonderland is just a story...
