Evangeline looked behind her shoulder, and as usual, the empty seat of Eric greeted her view. She peered at the door whenever it swung open, but she was always disappointed.
Resting her chin on her palm, she looked outside the window. Maybe his late.
She woke and went to school early because Eric always goes to school early. He was rarely late.
As she looked over the window for Eric's shadow, she ignored the tingling sensation behind her. Cold stares that reseeded the bones. She didn't have to look to know where it came from. It was those two girls who locked her in the storage room yesterday.
They were probably wondering how she got herself out and why she didn't report them yet.
Well, fortunately for you girls, I fight out in the open. Striking the very fabric that held all your arrogance –– your wealth.
Evangeline didn't pay them any more attention. Her whole focus was searching for Eric. Not even a spare to her phone when it vibrated.
