It was the first day of grade nine. When I said hi to my bestie, Megan Oaks, I knew something was up.

Just some background info on Megan. Her dad is the richest man in the United States and would do anything for his daughter. Her mum died in a car accident when she was six. I have known her since we were in pre-school. Megan’s hair is a pale blonde and she has grey eyes.

We were in English class and our teacher was droning on and on about some book she had read. I was lying on my desk, half asleep. Megan, however, was alert and she jumped at the slightest sound.

"What’s up?" I asked

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary." She replied.

"Come on! I know you! Something’s up."

"I didn’t say nothing was up. I said there’s nothing out of the ordinary going on."

I hated it when she used smart-ass comebacks.

"So what is happening?"

"Indeed, Miss Oaks, tell me what is happening. Or would you like me to tell you?" said our teacher, Ms Moore. We were busted.

"Well seeing as you two have suddenly become mutes, I will tell you." She retrieved two pink-slips from her bag. ‘Thursday afternoon, 3.15pm, my office.’

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"Where is she?" I thought as I sat in Ms Moore’s  office. "She is twenty minutes late, she is never late for ANYTHING."