3. who are you?
Laura was in a bad mood . She had forgotten his math books in school and had to run all the way back . And she almost had to beg the caretaker, Mr Owen, for permission to enter. Now she was almost an hour late. She heard footsteps behind him and a boy voice calling her name. She turned on . " Phoenix ? , I thought you had gone home long ago . " Her smile disappeared when she looked back. The road was completely deserted . " Phoenix ? " It was not something she had dreamed . She had heard footsteps behind him . Step she known. Phoenix made tracks with her. It had to be. He had often waited for her after school. " Phoenix, " she repeated. " It's not funny . Come on out . " Her voice began to tremble. Was it the phoenix ? It was not like him to pull a joke out so long. He was not like the other boys. It was not his nature to tease . He was considerate and loyal. While she stood looking down the road and tried to see through the evening haze , she heard steps again . Now she knew that it certainly was not the phoenix . How could he not do . He did not pursue her as a predator that identifies its prey.
" Who's there ? "
She was no longer adolescent and confident. Here on the deserted road , she was a little girl again , with the child's fear of an invisible threat. Fear gave her goose bumps. She was paralyzed , afraid to stand still and terrified to turn around .
" Why are you doing this ? It's tacky . "
Then it happened . There was something that touched her lightly , but it was enough that her throat constricted with fear . A cry fought his way up through her neck , but got stuck and died away . She could not run, she could not scream.
" Who are you? " It was her words, but the thought that went through her head was:
What are you?
Pull yourself together , girl , she thought, you've been scared before. And for something that was much worse. But this was something very strong . It was a raw, vindictive, pent-up force . Something familiar but transformed. Something homey and yet strange .
Do not be weak , Laura , she said to herself. Now you run . Your street is just over there. You turn around and start running . I count to three.
Run! Before she even got started, there was one that stood in the way . A boy .
But more than a boy. A teenager with lips that was pulled back in a sneer , with eyes that glowed crimson twilight , and a body that seemed to overshadow the rising milky moon .
Her heart stopped . Despair filled every fiber of her body.
" You! "