JACKS POV (Point of View)

I was panting.

Running down the long dust covered hallways, searching and scanning for any sign of my friends.

Clinging to my soccer ball, I kept tearing down the hallways.

As I turned a corner, I accidentally dropped the ball. 

As I was a part of the imaginary 'No Soccer Ball Left Behind' program, I turned back around to grab it.

I picked it up and was pivoting back around, about to go on trekking around the school when I was almost immediately stopped. 

The sub was standing mere feet away from me. 

I turned back to run the opposite direction.

The sub chased after me, and I continued panting and gasping for air.

Although soccer practice may help with stamina, it doesn't help much if your mostly a goalie.

I kept sprinting down the halls, trying to find a place to hide. 

I stopped when I saw a janitors closet a few yards away.

I looked back to see where the sub was, and saw that I had time.

I yanked open the door, and ran inside the small compartment.

A wet mop fell directly onto my head, and I pushed it away.

It fell to the floor with a loud 'thwack' and I swung my head back to the door, praying that the sub hadn't heard the commotion.

I couldn't hear the sub, but what I did hear made me begin to calm down.

"Lucy, where are we going?"