Howl With Me

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Anna's POV:

I ran away from the class, you may think I am crazy but his eyes went black, like the whole eye was black when I said that. I sighed when I reached my locker, I felt a little bad for saying him that. He cares about me and I shut him off. But why would anyone care about me, it was the right thing. No one should know anything about me and no one will care about me.

I dumped the book in the locker and walked away to the next class. My 'Perfect' mode was destroyed by Mr Williams, I smiled when I remember that dad will not be home.

I walked to the maths class, stepping in I noticed the teacher wasn't there. I sat at the corner seat in the end. The Class started to fill up as I played with a pencil. After a moment Ryan came and sat next to me.

"So you're Anna," he said.

"Yes," I replied.

"You don't talk much," he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Good, you different from the other girls." He said while nodding.

"Thanks," I said.

"So what were you doing in Ethan's class when everyone was out," he asked.

"Nothing, just talking about English." I said.

"Mhm I see, he maybe bad and cruel from out side but he is really soft from inside." He said.

"I don't know, he is just my English Teacher." I said while shrugging my shoulders.

"Well-"

"Ryan stop talking," the Maths teacher Mr Nelson said.

"Okay," he said while waving his hands up.

"Good, anyways Mr Williams-" my head directly snapped towards Mr Nelson "-assigned me to collect all the names for the students that are going to the trip, which is on this Wednesday. All the planning and rules will be said on that day. We will leave after 8:30. All the students who are going are supposed to be on the sports ground by 7:30 sharp on Wednesday morning. Any other questions feel free to ask me or Mr Williams or Mrs Rosie," he said in a breath.

A girl at the end raised her hand. "What is it for, like for any main subject or enjoyment." She said.

"Its desgined by Mr Williams and the principal. They are no certain subject the trip is focusing on, but for your information after the trip, you guys will have to write a 2000 words essay describing how the trip was," he said.

"So are you going," I turned around to see Ryan.

"No," I said, I didn't wanted to go anywhere with Mr Williams.

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I walked down the cafeteria, hoping to fill my empty stomach. I gasped when a cold liquid fell over my shirt. I looked up to see a girl, I think her name was lisa. She had short blonde hair with brown streaks, she was wearing a crop top and short.

Who wears these dresses in winter? I questioned my self. I looked down to see my whole shirt in some juice.

"Oops, that was unexpected," she said and everyone laughed. A tear slipped down my eyes, I shoved her of and ran away. I walked upstairs, before I could take a step forward I was pulled in with a strong force. Is screamed but a hand shut my scream of.

"Shush its me," the voice was familiar. I looked back to see Mr Williams, I nodded and he removed his hand.

"What was that for?" I questioned. His eyes were fixed on my shirt.

"What's on your shirt," he said.

"Nothing, someone just threw juice on me." I said.

"Who?" He angrily responded.

"Its okay, I an fine." I said. I took a second to see the surrounding, this wasn't the English Class. It was a big room, with a table and chair. The walls were painted brown next, there was a book shelf in the end.

"Here," I turned to see Mr Williams handing out shirt.

"Thanks," I said.

He stood there, I am not going to change in front of him. He will see all my scars and then I guess I won't be able to get out of the room.

"Um are to going to go," I stuttered.

"Yes," he sighed and walked away to another room. I removed the wet shirt and wore the other one. I sighed deeply, his scent was so intoxicating. The shirt was a large black shirt, thank god it wasn't sleeve less. I buttoned up the shirt to my neck so no one could see any scars on my chest.

"I am done," I said while turning around, I gasped when he was standing there.

"I didn't saw anything," he said as his eyes were going up and down my body.

"You look nice," he said, I gulped and nodded.

"So are you going to the trip," he said as he sat on the chair. No

"No," I said.

"Change your decision, you are going either way." He said.

"No," I exclaimed.

"If you don't, hmm I will tell your father about drugs. It would be so bad when he would know that his daughter does smoking and drugs," he said pitifully. No No No No, this can't happen. Dad would kill me, I can't let this happen. Omg, I won't even able to live peacefully for a week. This can't happen, he will stop me from drugs and beat the crap out of me.

"No No No you won't do that," I said while pointing a finger.

"I didn't heard that clearly," he said while picking the phone up. No, I grabbed the phone and hid it behind my back.

"You won't call my dad, please don't." I said.