The Only One - Part 5
Someone grabs Rose.
School passed in a blur, as always, and nothing eventful occurred during the week. When Friday arrived there was not one student lagging behind in the hallways as the 4:15 bell rang for school dismissal. Rose was the last one out the door, not enthused in the least about the long weekend she would have to spend in hell with her uncle; who she was almost certain was working for Satan. A silver bug that was chipped and outlined in rust, welcomed her as she walked across the parking lot. Pulling out her purple, her favorite color, key chain, she never noticed the red van that sneaked up behind her.
"Rose!" a voice called into the heavy fog that had settled across the school.
Before she could turn to see who it was, a hand found its' place over her mouth. Out of instinct she tried to scream out, but the hand denied any sound from escaping it's cold clutch. There had been books she had read where perverts and murderers had kidnapped young kids, but never had she thought it would happen to her. Who would miss her? What would she leave behind that everyone would remember her for? There was no one and nothing. The person drug her backwards towards the van that she now noticed and she felt a sharp stab against her back. Seriously, a knife? Anger tipped with annoyance, aroused bile to form in the back of her throat as she clung onto the key chain in her hand and threw it over her head. The ends of her keys made contact with the person's head, and in a state of surprise, their grip loosened and then she twisted her body and freed herself. Students and staff members were racing towards her but all she could think about was to get to the safety of her bug.
Rose heard a squeal of car wheels then felt a rush of air nipping at her left side as the van raced past her, barely missing her and a fellow student. Just before her fingers could even think about pulling the handle of her car, someone grabbed her. With a yell, she turned and faced her opponent, instinct driving her to swing her key chain at... Jess.
"Rosie! Cut it out, it's me!" Jess struggled to get out as he tried desperately to dodge the attacks of her key chain.
Rose hesitated and then yelled, "Jess you idiot! You don't just sneak up on someone who had just been attacked, you could get hurt!"
Instead of looking hurt, he smiled, "You're worried about my well-being?"
Exasperated Rose threw up her hands and almost forgot what had just happened because of how annoyed he was making her. "Jess, please, just-..."
"Rose, are you okay?" It was Mrs. Haroldson, holding a pink poka-dotted folder that seemed awful mocking at that moment. "Principle Chaining just called the sheriff department, they will arrive shortly."
As if on cue, a roar of sirens blasted through the air as red and blue lights warped the sky with its hue. A crowd had gathered around Rose, and she felt dreadfully claustrophobic.
"Can't I just go home?" she asked Mrs. Haroldson, pleading with her eyes.
The teacher shook her head then put an arm around her, guiding her back towards the brick school building. "You have to stay, Rose. I am so sorry."
Rose grunted then kicked at the gravel knowing that it was childish but she did not give, what her uncle would say, a rat's ass. At her heel, Jess followed them, his blonde hair bouncing as he picked up speed to keep up. She was about to tell him to go home but Mr. Chaining emerged from the tall doors before she could get the command out.
"Miss Morris," Rose Elaine Morris was her full name, "you and your friend Mr. Davis follow me."
As she followed her principle she could not help but feel that it was just about to get much worse than it already had.
Rose was right.
"Rose!" a voice called into the heavy fog that had settled across the school.
Before she could turn to see who it was, a hand found its' place over her mouth. Out of instinct she tried to scream out, but the hand denied any sound from escaping it's cold clutch. There had been books she had read where perverts and murderers had kidnapped young kids, but never had she thought it would happen to her. Who would miss her? What would she leave behind that everyone would remember her for? There was no one and nothing. The person drug her backwards towards the van that she now noticed and she felt a sharp stab against her back. Seriously, a knife? Anger tipped with annoyance, aroused bile to form in the back of her throat as she clung onto the key chain in her hand and threw it over her head. The ends of her keys made contact with the person's head, and in a state of surprise, their grip loosened and then she twisted her body and freed herself. Students and staff members were racing towards her but all she could think about was to get to the safety of her bug.
Rose heard a squeal of car wheels then felt a rush of air nipping at her left side as the van raced past her, barely missing her and a fellow student. Just before her fingers could even think about pulling the handle of her car, someone grabbed her. With a yell, she turned and faced her opponent, instinct driving her to swing her key chain at... Jess.
"Rosie! Cut it out, it's me!" Jess struggled to get out as he tried desperately to dodge the attacks of her key chain.
Rose hesitated and then yelled, "Jess you idiot! You don't just sneak up on someone who had just been attacked, you could get hurt!"
Instead of looking hurt, he smiled, "You're worried about my well-being?"
Exasperated Rose threw up her hands and almost forgot what had just happened because of how annoyed he was making her. "Jess, please, just-..."
"Rose, are you okay?" It was Mrs. Haroldson, holding a pink poka-dotted folder that seemed awful mocking at that moment. "Principle Chaining just called the sheriff department, they will arrive shortly."
As if on cue, a roar of sirens blasted through the air as red and blue lights warped the sky with its hue. A crowd had gathered around Rose, and she felt dreadfully claustrophobic.
"Can't I just go home?" she asked Mrs. Haroldson, pleading with her eyes.
The teacher shook her head then put an arm around her, guiding her back towards the brick school building. "You have to stay, Rose. I am so sorry."
Rose grunted then kicked at the gravel knowing that it was childish but she did not give, what her uncle would say, a rat's ass. At her heel, Jess followed them, his blonde hair bouncing as he picked up speed to keep up. She was about to tell him to go home but Mr. Chaining emerged from the tall doors before she could get the command out.
"Miss Morris," Rose Elaine Morris was her full name, "you and your friend Mr. Davis follow me."
As she followed her principle she could not help but feel that it was just about to get much worse than it already had.
Rose was right.
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