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Authors: W. S. Greer
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okay. Gonna knock out some grading and then head home.
I grabbed my pen out of my Bears coffee mug and got started. I only had four papers to grade so I knew I wouldn’t be too long.
Kelvin: Okay, Baby. Be careful. Let me know when you get home. I just want to make sure you’re safe.
Me: I will. Talk to you soon.
It only took me a few minutes to finish grading, and then I was up and heading towards the parking lot. As I walked, I became more anxious the closer I got to the door. All I could think about was what was going to happen when I went to start my car. I knew the parking lot was full of other teacher’s vehicles, but the Red Lobster parking lot was packed as well, and someone was still able to rig the limo with explosives.
When I made it to my car, I did a thorough inspection of the outside, and under the hood. I didn’t see anything that seemed out of place, but I didn’t know if I would, even if the car had been tampered with.
Mrs. Hanie came strolling up to her own car which was parked next to mine.
“Engine trouble?” she asked as I glared into my engine compartment.
“Umm, no. Just… uhh… checking the oil level.” I felt like an ass, but better safe than sorry.
After closing everything up and getting inside, I squeezed my eyes shut as I turned the ignition and the car cranked up. No explosion. I let out a loud sigh of relief, put the car in drive, and headed home.
Meghan was lying on the couch when I walked in. I threw my purse on my small coffee table and took a seat next to her, and she purred as I rubbed her. It was good to be back home. I had no idea what I was going to do for the rest of the night, but I was determined to get over my paranoia.
I got up from the couch and walked into my kitchen. I opened the fridge and leaned over to look inside, realizing just how hungry I was. Lunch at the school was at eleven in the morning, and it was five-thirty in the evening now, so my stomach was empty and pissed.
I stood up to look inside the freezer. Just as the cold air hit my face, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked out the window, through the half-opened blinds. There was a black BMW sitting outside, across the street from my house. I knew my neighbors fairly well, and none of them had ever had a visitor who drove a BMW. Not that I could remember, anyway.
I scrunched my forehead and made my way over to the window to get a better look. I could tell the engine was still on because there was steam coming out of the tailpipe from the cold air, however, the windows were tinted so dark that I couldn’t see if anybody was inside or not.
I could feel my heart starting to pick up speed. I’d glanced into my rearview mirror about a million times on the way home, and I hadn’t noticed anybody following me, but I knew for sure that car wasn’t there when I pulled into my garage less than ten minutes ago.
I hurried over to my phone and sent a text to Kelvin as I stared at the car through my window.
Me: Maybe I’m just paranoid, but there’s a car outside my house across the street. Is it one of your dad’s people watching out for me?
My heart was pounding, and I felt like I wasn’t even blinking as I glared at the mysterious vehicle. Luckily it didn’t take Kelvin too long to answer.
Kelvin: I’m actually with my dad right now. I asked him and he said not to worry. It’s one of ours. You’re good, Babe.
I let out another sigh of relief for what felt like the hundredth time today. All of this stressing was surely going to give me wrinkles or something.
I walked over to the window and used my hand to pull the blinds down so I could get a better look. I couldn’t see the license plate number, so I squinted my eyes to see if I could see inside at all.
The moment I pulled down the blinds, the BMW sped off, spinning its wheels a little as it drove away. Suddenly, my paranoia was back in full affect. I
I grabbed my pen out of my Bears coffee mug and got started. I only had four papers to grade so I knew I wouldn’t be too long.
Kelvin: Okay, Baby. Be careful. Let me know when you get home. I just want to make sure you’re safe.
Me: I will. Talk to you soon.
It only took me a few minutes to finish grading, and then I was up and heading towards the parking lot. As I walked, I became more anxious the closer I got to the door. All I could think about was what was going to happen when I went to start my car. I knew the parking lot was full of other teacher’s vehicles, but the Red Lobster parking lot was packed as well, and someone was still able to rig the limo with explosives.
When I made it to my car, I did a thorough inspection of the outside, and under the hood. I didn’t see anything that seemed out of place, but I didn’t know if I would, even if the car had been tampered with.
Mrs. Hanie came strolling up to her own car which was parked next to mine.
“Engine trouble?” she asked as I glared into my engine compartment.
“Umm, no. Just… uhh… checking the oil level.” I felt like an ass, but better safe than sorry.
After closing everything up and getting inside, I squeezed my eyes shut as I turned the ignition and the car cranked up. No explosion. I let out a loud sigh of relief, put the car in drive, and headed home.
Meghan was lying on the couch when I walked in. I threw my purse on my small coffee table and took a seat next to her, and she purred as I rubbed her. It was good to be back home. I had no idea what I was going to do for the rest of the night, but I was determined to get over my paranoia.
I got up from the couch and walked into my kitchen. I opened the fridge and leaned over to look inside, realizing just how hungry I was. Lunch at the school was at eleven in the morning, and it was five-thirty in the evening now, so my stomach was empty and pissed.
I stood up to look inside the freezer. Just as the cold air hit my face, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked out the window, through the half-opened blinds. There was a black BMW sitting outside, across the street from my house. I knew my neighbors fairly well, and none of them had ever had a visitor who drove a BMW. Not that I could remember, anyway.
I scrunched my forehead and made my way over to the window to get a better look. I could tell the engine was still on because there was steam coming out of the tailpipe from the cold air, however, the windows were tinted so dark that I couldn’t see if anybody was inside or not.
I could feel my heart starting to pick up speed. I’d glanced into my rearview mirror about a million times on the way home, and I hadn’t noticed anybody following me, but I knew for sure that car wasn’t there when I pulled into my garage less than ten minutes ago.
I hurried over to my phone and sent a text to Kelvin as I stared at the car through my window.
Me: Maybe I’m just paranoid, but there’s a car outside my house across the street. Is it one of your dad’s people watching out for me?
My heart was pounding, and I felt like I wasn’t even blinking as I glared at the mysterious vehicle. Luckily it didn’t take Kelvin too long to answer.
Kelvin: I’m actually with my dad right now. I asked him and he said not to worry. It’s one of ours. You’re good, Babe.
I let out another sigh of relief for what felt like the hundredth time today. All of this stressing was surely going to give me wrinkles or something.
I walked over to the window and used my hand to pull the blinds down so I could get a better look. I couldn’t see the license plate number, so I squinted my eyes to see if I could see inside at all.
The moment I pulled down the blinds, the BMW sped off, spinning its wheels a little as it drove away. Suddenly, my paranoia was back in full affect. I
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