I crept up behind a parked car and glanced over to the other side of the deserted street. What genius placed the toolshed at the other side of the street? But then again, none of the school layouts ever made any sense. I looked towards either side of the street. No, I was not expecting a car to speed down the empty street. Today I am looking out for something more sinister. I quickly ran across the street towards the toolshed, just like every other damned room in this school, even the toolshed is left unlocked. Seriously, who is the maintenance man anyway? I tried to open the door, it creaked and my heart leapt . I paused, looking over my shoulders towards the large gates of the school. Everything was silent, this is probably the first time in my life that I hate the silence. I glanced up to the sky, the sun was on the horizon and the sky was tinted orange. What a beautiful sight. Not like it mattered anymore. I opened the doors just enough to make room for me to wiggle inside...
They were in the same class, he had proposed and she had accepted. Their relationship went on strong, for three years. Sure they used to fight, but then again what's a relationship without fights. They were both madly in love with one another, that was the reason, no matter how horrible the fight was, they would forgive one another and move on. It's not that he didn't trust her, he sure did. Yet, he was apprehensive when they finally graduated and it was time to move on to post-grad. Both of them had secured admission in two different universities, at either end of the country. He was afraid, not that she would cheat on him, but rather she may decide to move on. For he always thought she wasn't happy with the relationship. He might have been partially right. She had come from a rather violent household and always preferred a peaceful relationship. But then again her dear boyfriend always picked a fight with her and there never was any traces of peace. He would ...