My first period was English, which made me doomed. I was too nervous to go to the class because I was scared how Grace would react.

As we stopped by school, I was the almost the last one to go out, and by the time I got out, Indiana nor Grace were anywhere to be seen.

I apporached my locker to take the things I needed for English, and I purposely made my walk slow as I was walkin to English.

I saw Grayson walking with two of his friends, and he saw me. "English, right?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, you three too, right?"

All three of them nodded, and we walked to class together. The boys would occasionally make some jokes, which made me laugh and forget about the tension that I built myself.

Before I knew it, we were in front of the class. "Bye," said Grayson as he went to his assigned seat, which was at the back of the class.

I sighed as I slowly walked towards my assigned seat, and Grace was already there. She didn't looked at me, though. That made me feel relieved, for now.

She looked at me for a few seconds, but didn't say anything as the teacher came and started the lesson.

After classes ended, she walked with me outside, and she started to speak, which made me fear every second she'd speak. I feared that she'd just suddenly scream at me.

"There'll be a carnival this Friday, you want to come?"

Her question really surprised me. I blinked as I looked at her, maybe I was just dreaming. "Do you? Indiana and I will be going."

I pressed my lips together as I thought about it. I didn't think I had any plans for Friday, but I didn't really feel like coming. "Maybe I will," I told her, "but I'm not sure."

She nodded as she smiled at me. "Let me know if you'll be coming," she said. I nodded in response. Several questions about her were swimming in my head. Did Mrs. Hunter actually tell her? Why wasn't she angry at me?

Nothing bad actually happened, but I was still scared that she'd talk about that to me.

At the end of the day, there were two things in my mind that were swiriling. One: What happened to Grace, and why wasn't she mad at me, and two: Did Alexander Howell cast that ghostly smile at me, or was I just dreaming?

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