Hey, feel free to tear this apart, it's just something I randomly wrote.
Lily watched as her best friend Logan scribbled something on a small piece of paper, and hastily passed it to her. She looked up to make sure the teacher was not watching before writing down her answer. Mr Johnson was in the middle of a speech about world recession. Not even a horde of stampeding wild horses could interrupt him now.
The rest of the class had noticed this, and were busy making paper aeroplanes, passing notes of their own, and basically not listening to a word that was being said by the large man at the very front of the class. She slumped onto her desk, waiting for this lesson to finish so that she could go home. Time seemed to purposely slow down, but finally the shrill sound of the bell was heard, and the class stampeded out of the room.
“When is he ever going to realise that we don’t care about the government and the recession?” Logan asked, talking about their teacher, who was slowly walking out of the class room behind them. Lily laughed at this and shrugged, wondering the same herself. Together, they walked out of the emptying school, and made plans for later that day. Finally, they reached the car park.
“I’ll meet you later at the cinema then. Don’t forget popcorn money,” he teased, “I won’t let you share mine this time.”
“It was one time! Come on, I paid you back by buying you a soda the week after,” she pushed him playfully, and hugged him goodbye. They had to part ways here as he had to catch the bus and she walked it. She set off, waving to different friends and teachers as she passed them. After a few minutes of walking, she found herself in the park, taking a shortcut home. Sitting a few yards away from her, she saw a young man, looking at her oddly. A lock of black hair fell into his face, and he continued to stare at her as he moved into from in front of his eyes. Picking up her pace, she walked on, avoiding his gaze. Finally she was out of the park, and she forgot about the young man.
The alley she usually walked through was occupied this time. A young man dressed in black was perched on a garbage can at the end of it. Not wanting to pass right by him, she cautiously turned round, ready to take the long way to get home. Right behind her was the man she had seen in the park. His face bore a triumphant expression, a smile playing on his lips. Her heart missed a beat, and she backed away from him, panic welling up inside her.
She spun round, thinking she’d rather take her chances with the other man.
However, he had already grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said, his voice had a musical and calm air to it, “finally, I’ve caught a mystic.”
“I think y-you’re mistaken, I’m not a mys-mytic,” she stammered, her heart beating faster than it had ever done before. He simply laughed, amusement clear in his eyes.
“You have no clue do you?” he asked, “all the easier for me then,”
With that, he snapped his fingers, and the man behind her grabbed her. He placed a damp cloth over her mouth and nose and she immediately smelt chloroform. Before she could so much as struggle, she fainted, falling into the man’s arms.
