I glanced at my watch, a quarter to nine; I had 10 minutes to go to school. Every day, I wait for Jade at home. She was 5 minutes late so I decided to go down to her house. There was no sign of her on his way. Maybe she slept late. I knocked on her door, her mother answered: "Hello my love, oh are you there for Jade? I'm so sorry she can't come to school today, she has a terrible migraine. " My head dropped, "Okay, uh, could you tell her I hope she feels better." “Goodbye then!” Jade had never been sick before. Jade had always walked to school with me; I have never gone to school alone before. I arrived at school 10 minutes later. Just in time to get to my locker. My locker was quite rigid and often difficult to open. It wasn't until I arrived that I noticed that my locker was on the last number of my combination. How strange. My locker slammed open; I picked up my geography book and my math book and slowly closed the locker. I hesitated, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a red note hanging on the door, I picked it up and unfolded it. It read: “You will pay, I will get you for what you have done!” » The writing was large and scruffy. I thought maybe it was a mistake. I looked around the corner expecting to hear someone laughing or someone shouting, “Ha! I got you, I see you understood my little prank! But there was no one there. It was totally deserted. The people who usually stood there were gathered around the billboard. A cold shiver ran down my side. What have I done? I came to my senses just before entering the toilet, I realized I was still holding the paper so I hastily put it in my pocket. A big tear rolled down my eye, like a crystal sparkling in the sun. What have I done? I became aware of my surroundings ... middle of paper ... a model for new students. I started to cross the row. The guard was now scouring the shelves for the right cleaning bottle. He came so close to my row. My heart beat harder, thunderous. He was getting closer; I desperately searched for an escape route. I had no way out. A few more steps... And it turned off just before my row. I breathe a long sigh of relief. I heard the voice again. She came from the last row. The voice sounded familiar. Hmm. I thought about who it could be. I was so curious to know who it was. The voice grew louder. The person was so close. That was it. The end of this row. I stopped. The voice laughed, a very weak voice. I saw a faint outline and shadow. The figure was small, perhaps hunched over. I saw him stand up. It looked like a girl. A few more stops. One more second. SLAM!