Escaping

Clara

When the footsteps reach the door, my heart is pumping loudly in my ears. I haven't thought of anything wise to do to hide the situation in here. The door is open, someone is inside. If he is found here, he will get into trouble.

Damn it! He should have hidden, but he stays there transfixed to the ground with his eyes fixed to the door in anticipation of whoever might be too there.

The first thing that I see coming through the door is a face peeping through. It's a girl. She looks equally young as the boy here. She then enters slowly while looking around suspiciously.

I let out a heavy breath that I had no idea I was even blowing. She doesn't look like trouble to me. If she is then, at least she is not one of them. I don't even know what to call them. I don't even know their names.

"Who are you?" I ask her. Well, that is the most relevant question that I can form in my head right now.

"Emma. Who are you?" she inquires while looking at the both of us in confusion.