Run Faster

The story of Dakota, a normal teenage girl - or at least she thought until she is sent on an FBI mission to rescue her kidnapped father and stop nuclear weapons from being manufactured.


3. Chapter 3


  I was about 3 blocks away from school when I noticed they were following me, but that wasn’t the part that creeped me out. The one who had the earpiece was staring at me and speaking into his earpiece after every thing I did. I rounded a corner, he spoke into his earpiece. I stopped to look at flowers, he spoke into his earpiece. I don’t think they knew I saw them because they continued staring and talking and following. There wasn’t much I could do. I was too scared to approach them, and no matter how fast I walked I couldn’t shake them.   A light drizzle began; giving me a reason to start a light jog. A quick glance behind me told me the 2 men were jogging, too. It began to rain harder; giving me a reason to run. And they were running, too. Thunder gave me a reason to sprint; they were sprinting, too. I finally reached the front of the school, everybody was inside. So I sprinted until I reached the front door. The last glance of the 2 men I got was one talking into an earpiece, and one disappearing into the bushes.     The halls were crowded today because the rain was keeping everyone in. That gave Aaron the perfect chance to come up and scare me. He gave my shoulders a hard push. I let out a small yelp that, thankfully, nobody heard.   “Wow, you’re jumpy today,” he teased.   “Sorry, I just had the strange feeling I was being followed this morning.” I could tell Aaron anything. He’s been my best friend since third grade. He’s been my only friend since third grade.    Let’s put it this way, I’m not the friendliest person. I guess neither of us talking and always being left out forced us to meet each other.    “Well, were you?” he asked.   “I don’t know I guess.”   “Maybe the FBI is after you,” he joked.   I stopped suddenly. I remembered something weird about the suit’s the men were wearing. There was  something on the pocket, a badge of some sort. I was just being silly. Just paranoid that’s all.   “Hello? Hello… Dakota!” Aaron was waving his hand in my face as if to snap me out of a trans. “It was just a joke.”   “But they were wearing suits…”   “That doesn’t even make any sense. Why would the government be after you?” Then the bell rang and we went our separate ways. Little did I know that would be the last time I saw him.
Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...