What Really Happened?

I wrote this story at the start of school and I wasn't really sure why. In fact, I forgot everything that happened in the story, so I hope it's still good. I'm pretty sure it's eleven pages. X) Enjoy!

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?

The girl walked to her impending doom. It was Monday. She hated Monday's. Even more so now. She had never once gotten in trouble at school before, but coming to this school opened her eyes. She wasn't very good with time management or orginization, but she was by far one of the best students in her middle school. It didn't matter anymore though, she was here for the long run. She would have to do four years of this. It was stressful. She could just imagine herself with gray hairs by the end of her freshman year. She didn't know what it was about the school, but she felt there was some secret that only a select few students, the favored students, knew about. She felt that the teachers here were out to get her.

                Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, she hadn't noticed how hot the sun was today as she walked slowly outside. She didn't want anything to do with the office.

                "I could leave, couldn't I? No one would be able to tell who it was that went in and out," she thought. She knew that the school was packed with security cameras watching her every move, but at this point she didn't care anymore. She thought that at this school, she would only fail. Although she knew her mother would hate it, she just had to have a taste of freedom before the lecture of a lifetime. It wouldn't be a lecture though, it would be a scolding. There was a big difference, too. Lectures are supposed to help you out, but they bore you. Scoldings make you feel bad on the inside, but somehow they're supposed to help you out.

                She noticed the security guard wasn't anywhere in sight and she looked at the door and quickly she ran to it and opened it. It was heavy which was detremental to her plan, but she didn't care. Either way she'd be in trouble. It didn't matter to her one bit.

                "I'm free!" she yelled as she hid her bag behind some bushes in the school. She knew they'd find the evidence anyways, but she didn't want to carry her backpack with her and make everything seem so obvious about her ditching class.

                She put on a sweater that fit her like a dress and since she was only wearing khaki shorts she decided she'd go inside the bathroom at Taco Bell to change. She walked very confidently and pretended that she belonged in the outside world. She knew that any moment her mom would be getting a call saying that she never came back from the office, but she didn't care. This was her one day. Her one day to just live.

                She went in Taco Bell when she finally reached their after about ten minutes of walking. She immediately stepped into the bathroom and changed taking off her uniform shirt from underneath the sweatshirt and since she had nowhere to put the shirt she just threw it away. She didn't care at all what she did. She thought that every teenager went through a stage like this. Did every teenager go through a stage like this? She wasn't so sure. She knew her friends were pretty good about school, but that the school they all attended was no doubt stressing them out. They were going to reach their limit sometime soon. They were going to either enroll into a different high school or just put a bullet through their brain sometime soon, so she didn't feel too bad.

                She stepped outside and noticed that there were tons of kids skipping school. They noticed her too and a girl with short dirty blonde hair came up to her and said, "I've never seen you before."

                "Likewise," she replied pursing her lips.

                Dirty blonde glanced back at her friends and laughed rolling her eyes. "Likewise?! You must go to the smart school, huh? What are you doing out of class smarty pants?!"

                "I'm going to have one day to do whatever I want," she replied pushing her way through the dirty blonde's entourage. She could feel their blank faces and that made her smile in fact it made her so happy. She had never talked that way to someone before, she was always the girl who got pushed to the side by everyone in middle school. She never tried talking back, she just let everyone say what they wanted to her.

                She thought that today would be more interesting, but with the day coming to it's halfway point what could she do, but watch people skateboarding at the park. You would think all the truant officers would be hanging out by the skate park, but lo and behold, not one officer was there.

                She watched the boys skateboard with their ripped up jeans and messy helmet hair. She watched for once in her life excited to be watching something that wasn't educational, but instead interesting. Her parents always made her watch things that she didn't want to see, she never had a reason to want to know why a president did this or that. She just didn't. She liked to watch things she was interested in. That's what mentally stimulated her.

                Some of the boys looked at her through the fence noticing that she wasn't like the other girls hanging out inside the skate park. She definitely wasn't trashy and she actually looked like someone who wouldn't kiss a million guys like the rest of the girls.

                "Who's that?" she saw one of the boys mouth. His friend laughed and pushed him out of the fence to the other side where I was.

                "Hey, what's your name?" the guy said.

                "I don't have a reason to tell you," she said glancing to the side.

                "What would be a good reason?" he asked.

                "If I told you, you'd ask me, therefore it would no longer be a good reason," she replied smartly.

                "You're sort of different," he said with a smile.

                "I'm not all that different. You're different. I've never seen a boy who skateboards during a school day," she said.

                "Oh, so this is your first time ditching, huh? What school do you go to?" he asked.

                "I'd never tell you. You could be a stalker or a cold-blooded killer. Know what I mean?" she asked him.

                "Yeah, but do I really look like a stalker or a killer?" he asked her.

                "Not really. Especially with those dimple piercings," she said. "They sort of make you look like a cuddly little kid."

                "I've gotten hardcore punk, but never cuddly little kid," he said laughing.

                "I guess everyone has a different perception of things like that," she said.

                "Yeah, yeah, that's real chill," he said sitting next to her slowly, but surely.

                "I guess. I wouldn't say chill, but alright," she said.

                "You're cool. You like to correct me. I've never met girls who correct me," he said.

                "Then you've been meeting the majority of the female population," she said. "Because when they do like to correct you, it's matters of the heart, no?"

                "Uh, well, yeah. I guess all of my girlfriends have only corrected me when it comes to like PDA. Like if we go to a party they insist I hug them and kiss them and hold their hands, when I really just want to hang out."

                "Really, you don't strike me as a guy who goes out with girls. You kind of look like a gaywad," she said shocked that she even said that. She was not an open person about what she thought or felt. She just kept it to herself and made tiny remarks to herself throughout the day.

                Surprisingly after staring at her for a while a smile creeped upon his face and he laughed. "You're straightforward. Don't worry about calling me a gaywad, I guess I sort of look like one. All emo kids look like gaywads to me and I look like an emo kid so it kind of goes hand in hand."

                "That's nice," she said. "Do you have the time?"

                "Sure," he said flipping out his phone from his butt pocket. "Uh, it's noon."

                "Noon, what do you usually do when you ditch?" she asked.

                "I could take you," he said trying to make himself a part of her little ditch day. He'd do anything to hang out with this elusive girl. She was like he said, different.

                "To where?" she asked.

                "Uh..." he said thinking of something intelligent to impress her. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be cool to go there anymore."

                "That's a strange reason," she said. "I like. I guess if you end up killing me, my parents won't have to kill me."

                "I'm guessing you go to the smart school in town," he said. "Because none of the other schools send calls when we ditch. They only send calls when we're absent and even then no one really cares."

                "Yeah, I go to the smart school," she admitted. "You must go to the lame school."

                "I do go to the lame school," he said standing up and stretching. His black shirt stretched a little and she saw the tattoo on his hip. She could only see feet and she guessed they were the feet of a woman."

                "You have a tattoo," she stated, but she meant to say it like a question.

                "Yeah," he said raising his shirt exposing his scrawny, but well-toned body. It was the tattoo of a pin-up girl. She was dressed in only underwear, because the girl was holding a skateboard over her chest. What actually made the drawing sexy was the girls face. She was biting her lips and she had seductive eyes.

                "It's pretty," she said.

                "Girls always ask me if that's my ideal girl, and then they send me nude picks dressed like that," he said laughing with his eyes closed in an ashamed way. "They are so stupid. I always send the pic to my friends, because I'm a dude and I don't care."

                "If they're that stupid to send you the picture, then they deserve it," she said.

                "You're very...DIFFERENT," he said once again.

                "I know, you've told me at least three times now," she said.

                He walked over to his friend and started talking to him, glancing back every once in a while to see what she was.

                He went back to her and smiled. "Well, wanna start going?"

                "I suppose," she said. "Whatever happens'll be my fault anyway."

                "Hey, are you a freshman? You look so um, well, dif-- fresh," he said correcting himself before she would have to correct him.

                "Diffresh, I like that," she said smiling. They started walking to the light and they watched the cars pass by quickly almost ready to hit them if they stepped out onto the street.

                They walked across the street finally and went into a skateboard shop. "This was the amazing place?"

                "It's amazing to me," the boy said shrugging his shoulders. "What's your cup of tea?"

                "I like reading and writing," she said.

                "Like poetry," he said.

                "Yeah, especially poetry," she said. They stepped inside and he looked at the skateboards for a second.

                "Wanna learn how to ride?" he asked.

                "Uh, are you sure?" she asked.

                "Yeah," he said grabbing a board and just taking it.

                "Wait, are you stealing?!" she whisper yelled.

                "No, I know the owner, he doesn't care how many boards I take, but I know to only take one when I really need one," he explained.

                "So we're going back to where we started off," she said.

                "Yeah, basically," he said.

                "You're boring," she said. "If you don't mind me saying that."

                "Not at all," he said. "I mean you called me a gaywad, I don't think it gets worse than that." She felt her phone ring in the front pocket of her shorts. She looked and she saw it was her mother.

                "Wait a sec," she said answering the phone.

                "Where the hell are you?!" her mother yelled at her.

                "Nowhere you need to know," she said. "I'll be back by the end of the day."

                "YOU BETTER COME BACK THIS INSTANT! WHERE ARE--" she hung up because she could not stand hearing her mom's voice. She hated that voice so much. She didn't care if she didn't have to hear it anymore.

                "Who was that?" the boy asked.

                "No one special," the girl said with a smile. "So, teach me."

                He showed her basic things and taught her how not to fall off of the skateboard so easily. He helped her balance and she was on her way. She rode it a little and was actually excited to be skateboarding. it was so fun. It was so different from what she was always used to doing. She liked this lifestyle. She thought it was. . .chill.

                "Are you having fun?" he asked her.

                "Yeah, totally," she replied. She almost fell, but he caught her. She started blushing and stood back on her feet. "Thank you very much for saving me from impending death."

                "You wouldn't have died. You would have fell down, but you wouldn't have died," the boy told her.

                "Umm,  well good to know," she said smiling, afraid that she was still blushing.

                "Wanna go out on a date?" he asked her.

                "Do you do that a lot? Do you just ask girls on dates at random moments?" she asked.

                "No, this is my first time asking someone out on a first date. It's usually always the girl who approachs me and I don't want to be mean so I say yes, then I suggest a second date, and by the third we're done."

                "Are you done by the third date, because you kill them off on the third date?" she asked.

                "No!" he yelled. "You're very--what's the word? It's starts with an 'M'."

                "Morbid?" she suggested.

                "Yeah, morbid," he said. "You're very that."

                "I read too many books about murder," she said shrugging.

                "I only read comics, so. . ." he said. "Who am I kidding? I'm probably not your type of guy, am I?"
                "No not at all, but today has taught me a lot. It's taught me to be a little more open to my choices, so yes, I'll go out on a date with you, but I better not be done by the third. Fourth's okay, though."

                "Here's my number," he said grabbing a pen from the backpack he had laying down on the floor. He wrote it on my arm and smiled. "Can I have yours?"

                "Yeah, because most likely when my mother see's that I have some guy's number on my arm  she'll make me wash it off," she said writing her name on his arm.

                "Hey, what's your--" he started to ask, but he couldn't finish asking his question, because he saw a strange man in the background. He was holding a gun it looked like.

                "What?" she asked not aware of the man.

                "Look, just don't panic, but some guy back there is holding a gun. Don't even look behind you. Slowly, let's just casually walk away to a safer location," he said.

                She followed his lead and they pretended to act natural as they went farther and farther away from the skate park. When the boy could no longer see the man, he stopped and said, "I can't see him anymore, but we should go somewhere else. Where do you suggest?"

                "The library," she said.

                "No, they'll tell the cops we're not in school," he reminded her.

                "Oh, right," she said. "Well, I can't think of anywhere. This is my first time you know," she said.

                "Yeah I got it. You're a virgin ditcher. I've been doing this for two years now. I think I'm a pro, so stick with me and you'll never get caught," he said.

                She laughed and then her stomach grumbled. "I guess I'm hungry."

                He laughed and said, "Well, I guess we can grab a bite to eat."

                "Fast food, right?" she asked.

                "Only the best," he said with a smile. He took her to McDonald's since it was the closest place to them. They ordered the same thing, ten piece chicken nuggets, which instead they made a twenty piece combo.

                "This is the life. Maybe I should just drop out," she said. "There's nothing fun at all about my school and it's just so stressful. I'd much rather drop out than continue going there."

                "You go to the smart school, right? So I suggest this be your first and last time ditching, because it's a really good school. Someone like you with brains, needs to be challenged to do their best. I don't know you much, but you seem like a good girl. I would hate to see someone like you end up like someone like me."

                "You really think so," she said. "But you seem to be having fun."

                "One, at the other school if you ditch they don't care. They don't even notice you at all. Two, they'll give anyone an A there just because. Three, they don't give hard homework out. It's basically two plus two equals four. Me ditching does nothing to my grade at all. It's bad that I ditch, but no one cares that I ditch. My parents don't pay attention to me, ya know, so it's like I was bound to do this. I'm neglected maybe. I don't know. Just, I think that you've got a real future. Take it from someone who's older than you or not, but I think you're gonna go far."

                She thought about everything he had said and she knew that if anyone else had told her she'd probably just have nodded not thinking twice about it, but she actually thought about what he said. She didn't know what it was about him, but he was a nice boy. She believed he had helped her today and that they were destined to meet.

                "I...I think you're right," she said. "I have to go now then, but I promise to call you when I have some free time. It might be a while before you can see me again."

                "That's fine, you go get those good grades and don't ditch again," he said.

                "Thanks," she said.

                "For what?" he asked.

                "For the advice," she said and she left him to eat the rest of his chicken nuggets alone. She ran all the way home until it was absolutely hard for her to breathe. She was nervous about what her mom would say to her. What would happen to her? Everything that was going to occur after the fact that she literally hung up the phone in her mom's face.

                She twisted the doorknob slowly, cautiously and when she opened the door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

She was in her bedroom. She didn't even remember her mother yelling at her, because--her mother hadn't yelled at her. She checked the calendar and it was MONDAY!

                She went to her mom's bedroom and opened the door. "Mom, I went to school yesterday, didn't I?"

                "No, silly, it's Monday," her mom said.

                "I have the strangest feeling I went," she said.

                "Well, since it's Monday, you should probably be getting ready for school that will actually start today."

                "Yeah, totally," she said.

                She jumped in the shower and thought of how odd and lifelike that dream must have been. It was crazy to think that she was only dreaming when everything in the dream seemed so real.  She looked downwards when she noticed her arm. It had writing on it, but it was gone now. The only thing visible was the area code that was slowly disappearing with the water and soap.

                "What?!" she said. It was the boy's number. She knew that much. "But how is that even possible?!"

                She shook her head and considered it a hallucination. She put on her uniform and went to school. In fact, she was ready for school.

                During her first period that day, she got in trouble. She was going to have to call her mom. She looked at the door, but decided against it. She didn't want a repeat of yesterday if yesterday was even real.

                She called her mom who got mad, but not as mad as she suspected. It was fast and quick and painless. She walked back up the stairs to her class still wondering about her prophetic dream.

                "I guess it was supposed to teach me something," she muttered as she knocked on the door. She opened the door to the classroom and entered once again learning like she knew she was supposed to be doing.

                Her next class was P.E.  During P.E. they went running to the park. This was the location she was in during her dream, which meant the boy would be here. She thought maybe she could try and sneak in a quick chat with him if he was even real. He seemed so real.

                They ran a lap and as she passed the skate park she saw him and he saw her. Their eyes connected for that one second and then he went to the bars of the fence secluding the skate park from the actual park.

                "Hey, I've seen you before," he said and she saw his number on his arm.

                "Where did you get that number?" she asked.

                "From you!" he said. "I...I met you yesterday. Yesterday was Monday, but so is today and I've been confused all morning. I was eating chicken nuggets with you. What the hell happened?"

                "I'm trying to figure that out myself," she said.They were both confused, but of course she had to keep running or else she'd get in trouble. "Wait for me here at three."

                "Alright," he said and he watched her as she ran off into the distance. They both forgot one big thing about yesterday, but she wouldn't have to worry about it. He would have to worry about it. Sadly, neither of them remembered at all.

                As she finished her lap, her whole class began to walk/run back to school. She went the rest of her day thinking about the boy and how everything was so weird about today. She thought that today should be Tuesday and she should be grounded, but she wasn't.

                When school went out, she went back to the skate park where no one was in sight. He bailed out on her is all she could think, but when she entered the skate park she saw a note stuck the fence.

                "I guess it took me a while to remember, but that strange guy is back and I think he knows that I know him. He's approaching me, but I'm pretending not to notice. I don't know what to do, but please call the police as soon as you get here."

                She did. She called 911 and told them the whole story and the operator got mad saying that she shouldn't be making up stories that aren't true.

                "Damn, what do I do?" she asked herself out loud. She had to remember his phone number. That was the only way she could attempt to save him or hurt him, because if the kidnapper knew he had a phone that would be the end of it all. She didn't even know his name.

                "Ok, ok, what was it, she said dialing the number she remembered and instead of calling, she texted him instead hoping that his phone was set on vibrate.

Her: Are you okay? Where are you?

                He was off in some secret place. He had no idea where he was at all, but when he received the text he was able to reach his phone, because it was located in his butt pocket and his hands were tied at the moment. He could see the text by turning his head around far enough where he could see it, but it was difficult. He didn't know if he was texting right since he couldn't untie his hands, but he felt that he texted enough to know where each letter was located.

Him: Ya. idk were i m

                It took her a while, but she realized what he meant.

Her: Do you have any idea of where you could be?

Him: No

Her: What should I do?

Him: Nothing, I'll call 911 n tel thm to find me

Her: How will they find you?

Him: My fone has my loc.

Her: Call me when you're found

Him: Okay

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She waited and waited for his call to come in for months, but he never called her back. Little did she know, he was safe again. He had only been mentally tormented. He was absolutely safe, because his capture had never killed him. His capture wasn't even real. Once again it was like that strange dream they had both shared, except it was real and every event of the day they had actually met happened. Even the boy being kidnapped. What exactly had kidnapped him is the true question, because somehow it was able to cause all this chaos.

                He finally called her.

                She picked up the phone.

                "Sorry that it took so long," he said. "But he just disappeared and I was able to find my way back home."

                "He disappeared? How?" she asked frantically.

                "I'd love to know," he said. "I'm going to kill myself now, because while I was there something so strange happened to me. Don't worry though, you're still gonna go far. That will never change. Just stay safe now."

                "Why would you do that? What's wrong with you?" she asked.

                "Everything's wrong with me. At least that's what he told me," he said.

                "He's trying t--" she said, but she heard the shot in the background and the sound of his phone dropping on the floor and afterwards a few screams from people who probably saw.

                "Life...Is so strange. What was the purpose of us meeting at all? Who was that mysterious guy?" she said and as she looked outside her window she saw the kidnapper staring at her. He smiled, but she knew who's smile that was. It was none other than the boy's smile. She stared at him until she blinked and when she blinked, he was gone.