Biker Class by Ella Laroche Page A

when she was alone…
outside… at night. If had been any bigger she would have screamed. Melanie ran
a hand through her hair. This was not healthy. She was too afraid.
    But she couldn't help it.
    From: Rachel
    Call back: 555-8900
    You R so predictable Melanie :D It'll be okay.
It'll pass. I think.
    Melanie certainly hoped… he moved on. Fast. She was sick of
living in fear every minute. It would be a feeling hard to explain to anyone
not in the situation; many people would say she was overreacting. But if you
were the definition of innocent and naïve, just moved to a foreign and
frightening place, and soon found out you had a tall, dark, not-so-safe guy
practically obsessed with… doing something … you'd be watching your back
every minute, too.
    To: Rachel
    Call: 555-4414
    I hope so. Don't know if I can live like this a lot longer D:
    She couldn't take this to anyone besides Rachel. The cops: no. They
wouldn't do anything and they had more pressing matters to deal with than a
paranoid teenage girl. And they would surely notify her mother. Not even an option.
    From: Rachel
    Call back: 555-8900
    Y won't u talk to your mom again?
    She couldn't even begin to explain how her mother would freak and
never let her out of the house again.
    To: Rachel
    Call: 555-4414
    Major freak out. Never
allowed to c daylight again. D:
    Quite an understatement, actually.
    From: Rachel
    Call: 555-8900
    Oh. Enough said. In the mean time what r u gonna do?
    Melanie sighed, her hand dropping her phone hopelessly onto the floor
of the tree house. She sat up, sighing in a choked way, intertwining her
fingers with her thick hair. Her head was buried between her knees as her mind
began to throb. What was she going to do? Just avoid him? She couldn't
do that every single day for the next– who knew how long! That would be
nearly impossible. They did go to the same school, and since he was
going to be keeping an eye out for her , it was a 1 in 1,000 chance that
she would never encounter him.
    She lifted her head, hands still raking her hair away from her pained
face. She stared at the moon, the stars, and prayed for a miracle.
    God, if you're there… I need help. she thought, closing her eyes tightly with her brows knitted and throat aching. I'm
scared to death. I just moved here to this weird, alien planet known as
California, and I am about to lose my sanity within two weeks of moving here.
This scary, determined, freaky biker guy is obsessed with doing something to me– with me– whatever, and I am so SCARED . Please,
please, please, help. I don't know how, or why, or when, but please … I
need a miracle. Something that will make this place less
painful for me. Not that I hate it here, God! It's really nice… but the
things that have happened to me since I got here are so frightening. I need
something or someone … just something to… um, protect me
or something . I only just got here and I already feel like my life is
some dangerous soap opera. Life is–
    She was cut short by the buzz of her cell phone.
    From: Rachel
    Call back: 555-8900
    R u there?
    Not wanting to feel disrespectful, she quickly brought her prayer to a
close.
    Amen.
    Sighing, she answered.
    To: Rachel
    Call: 555-4414
    Yeah. Doing something.
    Her phone buzzed just a few seconds later.
    From: Rachel
    Call back: 555-8900
    What?
    Melanie typed her reply, a smile on her lips for some reason she
didn't understand.
    To: Rachel
    Call: 555-4414
    Praying
    Buzz.
    From: Rachel
    Call back: 555-8900
    … Praying?
    Melanie didn't waver when replying.
    To: Rachel
    Call: 555-4414
    Yeah. I need all the help I can get right now.
    ***
    Melanie sat in the sand with her best friend, smiling at the ocean
swelling in and out in front of her. The soothing sound reached her ears and
calmed her. She had a sudden desire to run her hands through the warm, grainy
sand. Melanie did so.
    "What are you doing?" Rachel asked curiously, eying her
friend with a strange look. Melanie jumped and stopped what