16. Day of the Dead
Ben
I shouldn’t have been surprised that they found me. Every day I had to find a new quiet stretch of hallway or hidden cul-de-sac near a building where I could eat in peace. I couldn’t use the same place twice, not if I wanted to stay hidden. I’d been pretty lucky so far.
On Halloween, that luck ran out.
I was eating lunch in a small alcove off the science building when I heard them coming.
They wore matching white costumes, with black boots and bowler hats, codpieces and suspenders. As their leader, Patrick had exaggerated fake eyelashes around his right eye and held a black cane, twirling it around amusedly as he whistled Singin’ in the Rain.
I tried to look like any other student, hoping they wouldn’t see me.
It didn’t work.
“That’s him!” one of them said.
