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Chapter 3


I woke up to the sound of my mother humming in the kitchen the next morning. I stretched on my warm bed letting a sense of contentment fill me. Today is going to be a good day.

I get dressed in record time and carefully style my hair. I was ready to leave when the tiny box from last night caught my eye.

I went over and opened it. The necklace almost glowing in the early morning light streaming through my window.

"Katie!" my mom whisper-shouts from my door, probably trying not to wake dad, "we have to go or you're gonna be late."

"Coming!" I whisper back, making a split second decision and putting the necklace on. Who knows? Maybe Jenna would like it.

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"Hey! Watch where you're going!" someone snarls at me right after I'd collided with them. I had spaghetti on my shoes and something that I hoped was apple juice splashed down my chest. I looked up to see who it was and I cringed when my eyes met hers. Jenna.

She was glaring at me and she dropped the now empty tray at my feet she didn't look at it when it clattered in the mess. "Walk much?"

The whole cafeteria, which until that moment seemed to be holding a breath, erupted into laughter. I looked around, helpless, trying to find the quickest way out of here. My eyes lock onto the table where Tim and Anna were sitting. Both of them were laughing too, and that, that hurt.

I stormed out of the cafeteria, almost slipping in food, and into the bathroom to survey the damage. I had an amber colored stain down my front and there were some spaghetti stains on my boots ok that's not so bad .I could wipe the spaghetti off and I'm pretty sure I had a hoodie in my locker.

"Ok" I said aloud to my reflection "I'm good"

I quickly took of my shirt and was left in my dark tank top I scrunched that up to get as much of the apple juice out that didn't do much so I had to take off and rinse it out.

I managed to hang it on a hand dryer so that it will dry faster and I also put my hair up because the tips got kind of wet.

Now there is nothing to do but wait.

My necklace was sticky so I got a paper towel and sat on the sink nearest my shirt to clean it.

A bunch of girls walked in at this point but I ignored them and focused all my energy into making sure that there was not a trace of juice on my necklace.

As I polished the pendant making a point by folding the paper towel to get to the corners. It stung me like a big flash of pain and heat.

I dropped it on reflex and when it fell it made a noise too loud for how small it was. It took me a second to realize that the noise was somebody falling in one of the stalls.

"Are you okay?" I called in the general direction of the noise. I hear a groan in answer.

I'm about to ask if the person's okay when I hear the bell.

"Shit!" I'm gonna be late!

I quickly snatched up my tank top and my balled up shirt and run out of the bathroom, trying to get to my locker and simultaneously clipping my necklace back on.

The necklace is cold, almost as if it's absorbing my body heat. I got goose bumps, but I don't have time to make them go away. I skid to a stop in front of my locker and quickly get the hoodie out.

If I hurry I could beat the late bell. I set of running. There's almost nobody in the halls and I start worrying that I'd already missed the late bell. I have a perfect record and I don't want to screw that up.

I'm panting and, I don't run. I can't run. After all this if I still get a late slip...

My math class in view when the bell goes off. It's not a regular bell either. The ringing pulses, like the bell is mocking my tardiness.

I perk up when I remember that our teacher was a substitute all week and the lady usually comes in a few minutes late.

Sighing deeply I take a moment to compose myself before rapping my knuckles on the class door. A split second decision, I walk in without waiting for an answer.

Good news; our teacher is back. Bad news; he's glaring at me, already reaching for those big, angry pink, late slips.

Great.


A/N:- This chapter is a bit shorter but i promise the next one is definitely gonna be much longer!when i started the book i had like 2--3 chapters and all i had to do was  edit so if the next chapter is a bit late... you know why. Don't forget to vote and see ya next week!

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