I hid the shock from my face. I had always thought that Sam had hated my guts but here he was, confessing that he likes me.
Sam looked down at his shoelaces while his face turned beet red. While I had my chance to get away, I ducked around Sam, and dragged the sacks out to the others. I threw the sacks to Sydney and hurried off while there was a distraction.
I ducked behind the bushes. I wanted to be sure they couldn't see me. I peered around the stubby branches. Everybody was crowded around Sydney. This was the chance I was waiting for.
I sprinted across the road and disappeared into an alley. Sh*t. I hated alleys. I turned to my left and found a door. I twisted the doorknob, oonly to find it locked. Cautiously, I raised my bat above my head and brought it crashing down upon the doorknob.
The knob buckled, and the door opened partially. I kicked it open further and stepped inside.
The building turned out to be an apartment complex. It looked cozy. Too cozy. I scowled and decided to investigate.
As I walked along, I noticed that the floors were noticeably clean. There wasn't a speck of dirt, dust, or blood anywhere. I eventually came across a fireplace with a fire crackling warmly inside.
Suddenly, the barrel of a shotgun poked around a corner and fired. I gasped in pain as the bullet scraped my arm. I'm lucky it didn't actually hit my arm, but blood was flowing heavily.
"Don't fire again! Please! I'm human!" I called out, trying to staunch the blood flow with my fingers. The red, sticky, wetness covered my fingers.
A boy around my age stepped around the corner, a look of pure horror set on his face once he had seen what he had done.