6 Months Later

"For the last time Taylor, hurry up!" Mom exclaims from the kitchen.

"Coming!" I say as I run out of my room.

"Have a good day sweetie." Mom says as I run into the kitchen, grab some toast and an apple, and run out the door.

This is a typical day for me since we moved here. My school is only a block away but I'm always late(I like my snooze button a little too much). NYC High School is the best school in this city. Mom figured if I was at a good school I might last a little longer there. So far, so good I think sarcastically. As I reach the front of the school, I hear the bell ring. Oh, great just what I needed, another late day.

I walk in and go to my locker, hoping I won't be even later than usual. As I am heading to my class I get the feeling I'm being watched. I shrug it off and open the door to my first period. As I walk to my desk everyone is staring at me. I wonder why, I'm always late what is the big deal now. When I sit down I hear someone clear their throat.

I look up and realize why everyone was staring at me. Mrs. Crowder, my teacher, was looking at me with a look of pure hatred on her face.

"Ms. King would you mind telling us all why you were 10 minutes late." she sneers.

"I'm sorry Mrs.Crowder, I woke up late." I say knowing she will give me detention anyways.

"Well then, another 2 days detention Ms. King, and hopefully one day you will learn your lesson." she says with a devilish grin with the thought of me spending two more days in detention.

Forty-five tortuous minutes later the bell to end the period rings, causing everyone in the class to practically stampede out of the classroom. When I pick up my textbook as I am leaving I notice something sticking out of one of the pages. I grab the corner of whatever it is and pull it out.

What? I think to myself, this is just weird. I hurry out of the classroom, and go to my locker to grab my stuff for next period. On the way there I decide I am going to have to tell my mom about this. I get my science textbook and when I am about to close my locker I get the feeling I am being watched again. I decide to put the thing in my locker. I shut my locker and head to my second period, the whole way I am thinking about what I found.

A yellow envelope with my full name written on it in really big, old-timey style cursive.