SARAH
Ryan?!
Does he always have to creep all over my skin until I have gone nuts? I needed my time, space, and sanity, to say the least, and there was someone intruding into my space like a ghost.
Worst still, he was the last person I expected.
“Ryan?” I spoke up for the first time.
"Yes, Miss Sarah?" He teased. "You're back quite early, I wasn't expecting you until...” He stopped to look at his wristwatch. "... about an hour and a few minutes.”
Not responding, I turned to lock the door before I faced him back.
"Did you have a hard day at school? Why did you leave in a hurry?” He maintained his inquisitive form.
“I could say the same about you. You shouldn't be here or out of school at about the same time, perhaps you had the most troubled day.”
“You're right on that one.
