I came into the room. I saw Alan. I
greeted him and sat down.
****
With an aggravated huff, I kicked the door open without
mercy, a dark aura practically rolling off me in waves. Shooting sharp glares
at anyone who decided it was a good idea to talk to me, I stormed into the
room, eyes locking onto one person. Alan.
Eyes narrowing, I stalked past him, slamming my foot into the side of his chair
and nearly tipping it over, before moving back to the corner of the room. I
slammed my hands down on the desk, adamantly refusing to sit down, as I
continued to send murderous glares at the clueless fool on the other side of
the room.
****
****
A soft, shaky sigh escaped my throat as I approached the
door, which seemed to be growing bigger and more oppressing each time I glanced
at it. Slowly, I reached out and grasped the door handle, pulling it down and
pushing open the door. Nervous glances around the room scanned the people
there, identifying them one by one, until I finally spotted him. A surprised
yelp sounded; I was vaguely aware that I was the one it came from. He was
sitting there, nonchalant as ever, chattering with his friends. Alan. It was
him. Sheepishly, I edged around the room to sit down in the far corner, tense
beyond belief. Looking over at him, I found him staring at me with an odd smile
on his face, causing me to divert my eyes and a shiver to run up my spine.
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