Shiloh Morrissey. New character, new emotion, new friend.

First paragraph of a new story.

     Humming wheels on the bus as innocent as a paste-eating first grader, Shiloh Morrissey took a walk around the building. As she approached the computer lab she hushed and peeked in. The room was only lit by the screens which illuminated the face of each student working so diligently. Inside she saw the floppy blonde hair and plaid shirt of Jace McGee. She bit her lip trying to hold in a smile so big it was sure to make a noise. She watched as Jace flipped his hair out of his eyes. She whispered to herself “aw.” She heard footsteps behind her, but thought nothing of them. That is, until they stopped right behind her. She turned her head until she could see the man towering over her. She was short, but she knew he had to be over seven feet tall. He wore a gray shirt so tight she was pretty sure she could see his veins. He had ruffled sandy hair peeking out from under a black beanie. Terrified, Shiloh stood wide eyed staring at the man’s hands that were in his pocket. He was a lefty. She could tell because he had his watch on his right wrist, and only lefties do that. She also noted that his left hand was grasping something inside his pocket. That’s why she paid close attention to his left hand. She was so scared her eyes filled with tears but they didn’t fall. Her vision got blurry but she didn’t want to wipe them away because she couldn’t possibly move. To her surprise, she felt his hand around her neck and she was shoved against the wall, almost silently. Since everyone in the computer lab wore head phones, nobody noticed. Shiloh’s throat was blocked so she couldn’t breathe. She could barely breathe, but remained still. Her eyes, still fixed on the left pocket of the man released rivers of tears. She watched as he pulled from his jean pocket a swiss army knife stained with blood. The blood was encrusted on the blade. It looked old. It was far from red now, almost a brown color. She saw scars that lined his wrist. Some were fresh, but there were some that were noticeably mature. He held the knife to his lips and closed his eyes. She saw his lips move but couldn’t hear what he whispered, then he kissed the blade. He pulled the blade from his lips and smiled. His smile was the most malicious smile she ever saw and she was in complete and utter fear. The little breathes she took weren’t enough for her lungs and she felt like she was going to pass out. The man thrusted the blade right below her left ribs. With that he pulled the blade and ran. After Shiloh took in enough air to scream, she did. The teacher that was in the computer lab, to no luck of hers, was deaf. All of the students rushed to the door. Keeling over in pain, Shiloh screamed. The soundproof doors of the other rooms muffled her screeches for help. None of the students moved.