Courtney was walking towards school, with her messenger bag backpack slung over her shoulder. She pulls some index cards from her back pocket. Ugh, I am so not ready for the Spanish finals, she complains in her head.
Ow! Courtney shouts, holding her stubbed toe. She turns her head to see what she stubbed it on — a cracked sidewalk. Its not really good to be studying while walking to school, she thinks, If I get there early, then I can actually study in the classroom. Courtney turns to face the alley between the grocery store and pet store. Thats a shortcutBut its kinda dark
Courtney glances down at her index card, then her stubbed toe, then back at the alley. Its worth it, she decides, and slides her notes in her back pocket. Courtney takes a tentative step in the alleyway and readjusts her messenger bag. Halfway down the alley, she hears a sound behind her.
Being her usual, paranoid self, Courtney spins around. She sighs in relief. Oh. Hey, Mr. Walters. Im just taking a shortcut to school so I can study in the classroom for my Spanish finals, Courtney explains to the elderly pet store owner. He nods his head.
You were always such a good student, he comments before continuing into the pet store. Courtney turns around to see a man standing at the end of the alley. Courtney didnt recognize him. So, she starts to turn around. But there were two more guys standing where Mr. Walters was standing just a minute ago. They were wearing baggy pants with chains, like they were trying to look like gangsters. Courtney wouldve rolled her eyes at their style if she wasnt freaking out. She turns around again, and another man had joined the single one.
They started closing in. Courtney clung to her backpack in fear, a Continue reading