Clammylaugh

"Sissy, I brought you a gift."
He shuddered in fear the moment he heard her voice. Whenever he heard her voice, he knew nothing good ever came out of it.
"Please, not today." His voice made it obvious he was scared.
She laughed, then touched his shoulder. He flinched, but she held him down.
"Please." he said in almost a whisper.
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"HI." she waved at him.
"You must be the Riley everyone's talking of, right?"
He was left dumbfounded, hearing her say she had heard about him. Everyone who had heard about him made sure to keep their distance, so just why was she trying to start a conversation with him?
"If you are doing this to become popular, then you are very well welcome to be my friend. But if you are just naive, I would advise you to keep your distance." he said to discourage her.
"We do have something in common. You get bullied, so you hate bullies, while I hate them just because they are bullies."
"Hating them does not change the fact that you will get bullied if you befriend me."
"Then I will have you watch me kick their asses if they try messing with us."
"Are we friends now." she asked after they both laugh at her former words.
"We are, as long as you are ready to kick some ass."
"Bring it on."

In Search Of Home

Running as fast as she could, back to class, praying Riley was back in class. The words HE IS NOT SAFE kept on repeating itself in her mind.

She banged open the back door, which caused her classmates and the teacher in the class to stare at the back. She looked straight at his desk, but it still was empty. She looked at the boy who sat closest to the back door.

"Did Riley returned to the class while I was gone?"

Getting an answer, she didn't waste any more time before running out of the building, only stopping to ask the students along the way if they had seen Riley.

She was fed up of not getting any positive answers from asking nicely, and her thoughts were not helping matter. The very next student she came across, she asked as she had done before.

"Excuse me, have you seen Riley?"

The boy looked at her with a smirk

"Even if I have, I would be a fool to tell you."

She gripped him by the collar and sent a heavy blow to his face. Just as she was about to blow him a second time, the boy rubbed his palms together.

"Please, please, please, I swear, I don't know where he is."

She let go of him and just kept on running towards the seniors building.

Just as she was about to go through the door, she saw a boy pass by her, but he was not coming from the building. She walked up to him.

"Excuse me, have you seen Riley? "

The boy looked at her with his cute smiling face.

"Yes. The boy who got bullied a lot by the TST girls back then."

"Is he the one and only Riley in school?"

"Well, as far as I know, he is the only one. So have you seen him?"

Seeing her looking panicked, he smiled at her.

"Relax, he is with Mr Moltenore at the gym."

'I told you, now do you see he definitely is not safe' her thoughts screamed again.

The boy stood still in shock as he watched the girl run past the seniors building with very fast legs. He shrugged his shoulders and continued walking.

"First of all, the whole school is talking about Riley. Second, Mr Moltenore asked me to call him. And third, is a girl who is running around in search of Riley. Just who is Riley?"

Natasha ran as fast as she could.

"You suck at this, you suck at protecting others." said her inner thought, as it began another argument.

"Relax, there probably are two Mr Moltenore, if not, the female teacher you met wouldn't have felt a bit confused before answering you."

"Confused? She definitely was not confused."

"Didn't the boy just say Riley is with Mr Moltenore, they definitely must be two."

"Trust me Natasha, you suck at protecting friends, you should probably stop trying to protect others, afterall, the one you protected ended up DEAD.

Natasha gasped and fell on her knees. She forced herself to keep on running. Tears rushed down her face as she remained kneeling on the ground filled with dried leaves, images of the dead body of her once best friend came playing in her mind.

"That's exactly why I need to find him, I can't let history repeat itself. I have to find him, I have to."

Saying this repeatedly, she found the strength to get up and run, even faster than she ran before.

He Is Not Safe