One Night

Ch 5. Textbook

I turned and looked at my parents. 
The knocking grew louder.
“Hello? Easton?” I heard the voice say again.
At first, I thought it was the white man that I saw at school. But the voice sounded like a girl's voice.
My parents motioned me to go up to my room. I don't think they wanted anything else to happen to me. 
I ran quietly up the stairs, and closed my bedroom door. 
As I sat down on my bed, I heard the front door open, and the girl’s talking grew louder.
I couldn't make out any words, but I heard both of my parents talking to the girl as well.
Then, within seconds, I heard a bunch of footsteps coming up the stairs. 
In panic, I got up and ran behind my bed. Whoever it was, was coming to get me.
I heard my bedroom door open, and footsteps started walking towards my bed.
“Easton? Are you in here?” My mom called out.
I peaked my head over my bed to see what was going on. 
Standing right beside my mom and dad, was a girl that looked to be about my age. She was wearing a black shirt, a black vest, black pants, a black backpack, and her hair was the exact same color as my hair. Dark brown. 
“Hi. Are you Easton Whither?” The girl asked.
I got up off the floor, and stood up.
“Yes I am,” I said while walking over to her.
She smiled and took off her backpack. 
“I am so happy I found you,” she said while she pulled a book out of her backpack.
It was my math textbook.
“Hey, it’s my math textbook!” I said in shock.
She handed me the textbook, and put back on her backpack. 
“I thought it was,” she said.
I took the book and looked at it in confusion. “How did you get this? And how did you know it was mine?” I asked.
“You left it on your desk. And your name is on the inside of the book,” she replied.
I opened the book and looked at the front page. It read, ‘This book belongs to Easton Whither.’
“Huh. I guess it does,” I said.
I threw the book on my bed then looked back at the girl.
“How do you know where I live? Because it doesn't say that in the book,” I said.
The girl looked down at her vest, and pulled something out of a hidden pocket.
“With this,” she said while she held out a small, black device.
I took it out of her hand, and looked at it carefully. It had a large screen on the front of it, and what seemed like a small keyboard underneath the screen. 
“What is this?” I asked.
The girl pressed a button on the side of the device, and it turned on.
“It’s a tracking device,” she said.
I looked back at her, a bit frightened.
“Who are you..?” I asked.
“My name is Lexi, and I am part of the Resistance.”