Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
“They’re probably in there making out!” a new voice
proposed; he sounded disgusted.
“Never going to happen,” I snapped with a shake of
“I don’t care, go check!” Shaw demanded. I heard
footsteps nearing the door we were leaning against.
I began to panic, turning to see Jonah doing the
same thing I was. The outline of his body was
looking frantically for a hiding spot. I felt around on
the floor until I met a stray trombone; I stuffed it
under the door handle before diving behind a few
Jonah squeezed into the spot beside me, too close
for my liking. I didn’t complain though. I’d like him to
be alive when he faces my wrath. “It’s locked,” one
of the voices informed him.
“Locked?” Shaw was now storming over to the door
and shaking the floor that his feet touched. “Try
harder!” he demanded.
“How is he going to try harder to unlock a locked
door?” I whispered. Shaw’s stupidity shocked me.
“Shut up,” Jonah hissed, pushing me up against the
wall with his arm. I smacked into the wall arm first
and Jonah snickered quietly. “Sorry.”
He didn’t sound a bit sorry. “I’ll give away your spot.
They can’t hit a girl.”
“It doesn’t mean they won’t,” he snorted.
“I’ll just hide under your dead body,” I whispered
while they jiggled the doorknob violently. I was just
counting the moments until they opened the door,
ripped our bodies from behind these boxes, and beat
us to a bloody pulp.
“Necrophilia is sick, Savannah,” Jonah whispered.
“You’re sick,” was my amazing reply.
The instrument fell and the door cracked open. A
shimmer of light peeked in and I realized somebody
either had a flashlight or a cell phone. My thoughts
were confirmed when a shiny iPhone was pushed
into the room followed by three large bodies. I
almost let out a whimper but I held it back.
“I don’t see them, Jeff,” somebody announced
“Are you sure? What about behind those boxes?”
Shaw snapped and the guys made a weird nose.
“There are spiders behind there!” an idiot informed
him. The thought occurred to me and I shifted
towards Jonah a bit but then realized my actions and
“You guys are such wimps, get out,” Shaw
demanded. They did as they were told, exiting the
room. “Go check the other closets.”
Again, they followed his command while he walked
over to the boxes we were tucked behind. He
kneeled down and removed the box near my face.
When he saw me, he smirked. “Where’s your little
boyfriend?” I quickly jutted out my hand in the form
of a fist and it came in contact with his face; a
sickening crack and a groan sounded from the boy
while I pushed Jonah who was watching in complete
“Go!” I shouted, pushing him out of the closet. A light
flashed behind us and I growled. “Saltines. Saltines.
Saltines,” I improvised for swear words.
“You just punched a guy in the face, yet you don’t
swear?” Jonah asked, his voice was one of
“Yes. Just go!” I told him, pushing his back as I ran
behind him. The footsteps neared us and I let out a
sound that I make when I leave a dark room. Why
did I have to leave lunch fifteen minutes early? Why
couldn’t I sit outside at the stupid picnic table with
this idiot beside me? Why am I so easily offended by
stupid insults yet I dish them out like a diner?
Saltines, saltines, salt-fudging-tines