“Blake? You look worried, is everything okay?” Danielle asked, her pale forehead creased.
“Huh?” He said startled.
She narrowed her green eyes at him.
“Do you even know I’m here? You’ve been like this all week, depressed, worried, and in your own little world all the time.” She snapped.
He could tell she hadn’t slept well from how crabby she was and how her green eyes were darker then usual.
“I-I know you’re here.” Blake stuttered, he was lying and it was clear in his soft voice.
Danielle shook her head in disbelief and looked away from him. He sighed and didn’t say anything. The rest of the walk was silent and wordless.
As they reached the school Danielle gave him a quick meaningless hug and stalked off to her friends. Blake starred after her, finally when she disappeared into a group of friends he started to walk away heading toward the doors. In the matter of minutes the bell would ring and he knew it. But that wasn’t where his thoughts had token off to. They still consisted of that man who wrote the journal entry he found on the internet a week ago. Just as expected the bell rang, but what was unexpected was the absence of Kurtis, he never missed a day of school.
“I’m just paranoid.” Blake mumbled to himself under his breath.
Blake’s feet dragged all the way home. The whole day had gone by slow and terrible from the start. Danielle was more then almost mad at him for not paying attention to her for a whole week and not realizing she was actually there beside him half the time. Kyle Drooche kept chucking balls of paper at his head all during English. Plus, the one person who always cheered Blake up wasn’t at school at all.
Blake slowly made his way up the porch steps to the house door and pulled up his house key from his jean’s pocket. He pushed it into the hole and turned forcefully, the door clicked at he opened it. It opened slowly with an eerie sound. Blake sighed and walked in, everything looked the same as he had left it that morning. Obviously, his father hadn’t been home from work yet. The phone rang loudly from the dining room; Blake threw his bag down and raced room hoping it was Kurt. He turned the corner too sharply and collided with the dinner table.
“Ugh!” Blake grunted and held his stomach.
He sighed and walked, slowly, the rest of the way to the phone.
“Hello?” He breathed into the cordless.
“Blake Wolfe?” The voice asked, it was scratchy and male sounding. Maybe around 40 years old.
“Yes, this is Blake.” He said cautiously.
“Listen kid, there’s some people looking for you. Now they aren’t good people. Watch your back and Kid? Be careful.” The main said quietly, almost whispering. Blake had to strain to hear it.
“Who are you?! “He exclaimed.
But there was no answer, just the dial tone…
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