Scared Little Lamb

          He watches me. He licks his lips. He wants me. I try to ignore his stares, but they've become even more scarier. His eyes watch me as if I was his pray. As if I was something to eat. He licks his lips again. I can feel myself shaking. I'm scared... I look up at the clock begging for it to go faster. For this period to end.

        I look down at my journal seeing that I haven't writen anything made me frown. I picked up my pen, and placed it on the blank sheet. My hand shook as I heard  him say my name softly. I sat completely still acting as If I didn't hear it.

       "Bells?", he whispered again, but slitly louder.

       "Stay quiet. Act as it you can't hear him.", I thought to myself.

       RIIINNNG

       I jumped up as soon as the bell rang. I had to get out of there. I piled everything that was on my desk (books, binders, folders, ext.), and ran out the room.

         I looked behind me, and let out all the air out of my lungs when I didn't see him. I kept watching just in case I didn't see him the first time. Then I felt something hard bump into me. My things dropped, and I quickly bowed my head in embaressment.

         "Sorry.", I whispered without even relizing who I bumped into. I started to pick up my things off the floor.

          "It's okay Sexy.", I shivered at the voice.

          I slowly looked up, and he licked his lips. I froze at the sight of him. His hazel eyes were glued to me. I jerked my things from his hands, and rushed away. I heard his friends laugh at my reaction.

         "She so wants me, and I'll get her.", I heard him tell his friends.

         I dumped my things into my locker, and rushed into the art room. That's the only place I knew I was safe.

         That guy he scares me. He wants to get closer to me, but not for the right resons. I hated guys like him. He liked to grab my sides, and put his body close to me and I hated it. I tried to block him out, buy he never gets the clues.

       I grabbed a random canvas, and started slapping paint over it trying to make me forget about my fears. as I was painting I could feel myself re;ax a little. I took a breath, and closed my eyes. It was good to paint.

       "Ah Bella what are you doing today?", my art teacher asked as he walked into the room.

        "Painting.", I sighed as I started at it again.

        "Let me take a look at it.", he offered as he  peered over my shoulder.

 

Author's Note

Sorry I'll try to write more if you guys like it, but I haven't had a lot of spare time lately. =(