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Anna saw her chance to 'escape' and walked quickly towards her next class. She passed by a teacher who sent her a nasty look Sigh...all the same, they all hate me for no sound reason at all. She avoided a boy who was standing in front of her, then paused in her stride a few steps later. She looked behind her, thinking she had been imagining things. There was no one there, no boy who looked like he was lost and confused.....and looked exactly like Walker. Imagining things...he can't be here, since they say he is dead....and they think I did it. She looked to the spot a while longer though, feeling as if someone was there. She shrugged and continued to her next class, picking up her pace. Her next class was art, so it didn't truly matter if she was exactly on time-the art teacher wasn't as strict about such things-but she liked being on time anyways.