Chapter 29

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Monday morning, I got up and checked my watch. Damn! Oversleep! I quickly went to the bathroom and got ready. Without breakfast I ran out of the house to the train station. Since I was so late, I didn't meet the others on the subway. I was in such a hurry that I even got to school at a quarter to eight. As I walked towards the entrance, I saw MJ, Ned and Peter waiting for me in front of the entrance.

"Hi!"

"Hi, already there."

"Yes, sorry, I overslept."

Ned and MJ turned around and went inside. Peter and I were walking right behind them and he had already grabbed my hand. Suddenly the two turned to us and grinned.

"Well, finally, it took you long enough.", MJ said and tried to stop herself from making another comment.

Ned just looked at us but even he couldn't help but make a comment.
“It's funny that MJ and I had to keep telling you that you guys are into each other and you still haven't checked it. And now this!”

Peter punched his best friend lightly on the shoulder. "Oke, oke, we got it."

We all had lessons together now and were already standing in front of the classroom. Michelle seemed pretty listless.

“I bet today is going to be just as boring as any other. We run from hour to hour, there is stress again with Flash and what else happens every day.”

“Yep, probably.”, I agreed with her.

We all sat down and the class began. However, the lesson was interrupted by an announcement after just 10 minutes.

"All teachers please go to the sports hall with their classes, for a school meeting!”

Annoyed, our teacher packed his things again and then led us into the sports hall, where everyone sat down on the floor. It was very crowded, so MJ and I sat a little way from Ned and Peter. The director stood in the front and began to talk while a few pictures faded in behind him.

“So today there is a kind of project day that will continue tomorrow. We call it “Days of Truth”!”

Michelle groaned and whispered something to me. "How I hate that, project days are mostly annoying anyway, but the truth is really exaggerated!"

I just shrugged my shoulders and kept listening.

“Well, the truth is an important building block for our coexistence here. We should always be honest with each other, but always be careful not to hurt the other. Does anyone want to say something about that?”

Flash and his clique sat a few meters away and I heard them whispering.

"Hey Flash, do you really want to go through with this?"

"Yes, of course, we were waiting for such an opportunity and I said they would still get what they deserve!"

"That will definitely go wrong Flash!"

Whatever Flash's buddy meant Flash didn't seem to care. He fished something out of his trouser pocket and crept to the edge where the computer and projector stood. Michelle had been watching him too.

"Flash is definitely not doing anything good!"

I could see how he inserted a USB stick into the computer and then connected the computer to the projector, which was aimed directly at a white screen behind Mr. Baker, the director. Flash grabbed a microphone and before he started a video, he shouted: “Here you have the truth!”

He started the video and ran forward, in front of the screen. It wasn't just any video, it was a video of mine. It only showed a picture of Ned and me hugging from the night in Washington when Peter was in the hospital. Then there was a picture of Peter and me hand in hand and one of the Homecoming Ball. The next one surpassed everything, it was a video recording of my argument with Flash, also from the night in Washington. But it was cut in such a way that only I was in a bad position. During the entire video, which contained many more pictures and video clips, Flash talked.

“Do you see who you voted Homecoming Queen? A bitch! She approaches two guys at the same time who are also best friends. And just look how she talks about me, baseless insults!”

Panicked, I looked around, I just wanted to get away. Everyone took turns looking at me and then back to the front.

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