The morning light poured in through my tinted pink window, resting on everything accept the one spot in the corner where Aarron would be waiting. I groaned and got up.
"Good morning Ali, how did you sleep?"
"Awful, I had a nightmare"
"You" I shot up out of bed "Now get out so I can get changed for school"
"Ali....after last night do you really expect me to let you go to school?"
I sighed and narrowed my eyes at him "I have a command placed on me, I have to come back as soon as I'm done at school and you know it"
"Oh yes, that was a good idea"
"Whatever, I have club activities tonight so I'll be late home, now get out"
Aarron chuckled and went over to the door, the shadows following him, the perfect image of the grim reaper. The door slammed shut and I rushed getting dressed, the sooner I get out of here the better.
I quickly pulled on my trousers, polo shirt and jumper on my way to the bathroom.
I was fully ready in minutes, grabbing a cereal bar to eat on the way to school. "Cya"
After I was free of the house I started to smile to myself, breathing a sigh of slight relief, freedom. Until tonight when I know he'll be waiting to ambush me.
I closed my eyes and clutched my books "God damn it all" Bang I landed on the floor Ouch "Huh?" I looked up to see a boy about my age and in the same uniform as me
"Sorry, are you okay?"
I took his hand and he pulled me up "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I should have been looking where I was going"
The boy smiled "I'm Domonick"
"I know, we have english class together"
"Yep, and science, and maths, actually I think I'm in pretty much all of your classes except for Drama"
"Really?" I hadn't noticed, then, no-one talks to me. I'm avoided like the plague.
"Yep. Since we're here, we might aswell walk to school together"
"Yeah, uh, it's nice to meet you"
Domonick smiled and walked with me in tow. I had noticed Domonick before, of course I had. I'd seen him hanging around school with his friends and out and about going past my house. He's the most handsome guy in our school and the most popular. Why the hell is he talking to me?