“Leave her alone and face me Bullfrog!”

I turn to see where that voice is coming from. I look up and I am blinded by a light reflected from a window nearby and I raise my hand to shield my eyes. I can make out a figure… jumping from the building? And soon I hear those words again. “I said leave her alone and face me Bullfrog!”

I wipe the tears from my eyes and look at this person in front of me. Yes, he is a person, and he is helping me. It’s a he… and he looks like that guy from before… I batter my eyes and take a better look. It’s not that guy from before, he’s not wearing the uniform. I examine him as much as I am able to, and I can feel my eyes going fuzzy. Why is he holding…an orange!?  I hear Bullfrog yell “you got lucky girl!”

And then disappears. I cant believe this wacko holding an orange was able to save my life. Soon my body is engulfed with fear. If that scary looking Bullfrog thing was scared of this guy then… maybe I should be worried too! What if they were fighting because I am food!? As the mysterious man chased after bullfrog by leaping to the top of the building, I make sure to grab my things. But, no later than having my things ready to go; this guy came back to the spot where he was, facing where I no longer was. I quietly sneak away and think to myself why is he is still holding that stupid orange?

No sooner had I finished my thought, he turned around and asked “are you all right?”

I stopped, and before I could turn around to give him my thanks he continues “and its not an orange for your information, it’s a ball of fi…”.

I couldn’t help but whimper a little and run away. How did he know that I was thinking that? How could he possibly know!? I could hear him say “hey wait!… do you know a girl nam…..?”

I didn’t slow down to hear the rest because I felt that he was trying to reach me. I finally reached the other side of this gigantic school and went inside of the girls restroom. Finally at peace, and with no foreseeable danger nearby I took a deep breath and carefully set my backpack on a hook and proceeded to take off my shirt. It was a bloody mess.

Luckily I always carried a spare after the countless incidents I had in my other school. Before taking it out of my backpack I walked towards the mirror and rinsed my face with water to clear the blood and sweat off of my eyes. As I patted my face dry, I noticed a figure at the window and quickly turned around. There was no one there. I turned back facing the mirror and closed my eyes recollecting and examining the events that had just transpired.

Then getting the feeling of being watched but oddly enough not the feeling of being in danger, I turned around and looked again and heard… mumbles? No, not mumbles lyrics to some old song? It had a very soothing melody and I found myself singing along to it. I guess I started singing louder or something because as soon as I did the voice stopped and listened. Once I didn’t hear the song I stopped too and that feeling of being watched went away. I turned to the mirror and started to carefully wipe away the blood from my other wounds.

After the first wipe, I noticed there was no scar, no scratch, no sign of anything wrong! How could this be?! What the hell is going on?! How could I get attacked? How could no one notice? How could I feel so close to death only to show that nothing was wrong with me?! Could it all have been in my head? Am I loosing my mind? I turned to my backpack to get my new shirt and on the sink I notice the blood stained shirt and lunged for it. This all did happen. I held the sullen shirt in my hand, this is the proof.

Something wierd is going on at this school and I’m not sure that I want to stay enrolled to find out what it is. As I took out my new shirt I put the stained one in my backpack. Staring at my shirt the events kept racing through my mind. Why wasn’t I as freaked out? Most people wouldn’t have snapped out of it and fought, I think that most would have been too scared to do anything. So why did I? I had never seen myself as courageous or brave, and yet I fought to live. I heard the bell rang and quickly put on my shirt and walked out as calmly as possible.