I blinked at the message, my chest tightening. Who could it be?
Each time a message like this was sent, it became more unsettling.
I rushed out of the bathroom, looked up toward the hallway, half-expecting to see someone lurking, but it was empty.
I swallowed. Either this person was looking out for me or trying to play some sick, stupid game, which I really wasn't in the mood for.
I wiped at my eyes and glanced at the time. The class will be over any minute; I might as well head home.
My eyes felt heavy, and all I wanted was to bury my head under the sheets and scream.
I slung my bag higher over my shoulder and then turned the corner.
Then I saw him.
Mr. Trent.
He stood in front of his office.
He was talking to some female teacher while she giggled like he was the funniest comedi
