Bully

Chapter 12

(Still Elisabeth's point of view)
I'm only in the closet for about a minute. The door opens and standing there is Dru and her father.
"I'm leaving." I say and try to walk around them to the door. Dru puts her hand out so I can't get past her.
"What are you doing? Kidnapping me?" I ask.
"No." Says Dru's dad. "I wouldn't call it that."
"Then why am I here?" I ask.
"We need to make sure that everyone thinks I didn't hit Anika. We need everyone to think it was Jordan's mom."
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Jordan's point of view
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"Has anyone seen Elisabeth lately?" My teacher asks.
I tried texting her but she never replied, I'm starting to get a little worried.
"No. I'll try texting her again tonight." I say. My teacher gives me a dirty look, ever since the Dru incident my teachers haven't trusted me. The police decided to let the whole Dru thing drop since Anika is okay. The bell rings just before the teacher assigns us homework. Saved by the bell.
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Ian's point of view
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I'm glad my mom's getting married and everything, I just don't want to move in with Dru and her dad. Plus, their house is huge! How am I going to find rooms like the kitchen and bathroom in that place? I'm moving in the Tuesday after my parents get married. My mom said that I could bring 5 friends, thank goodness, so I invited Jordan, Anika, Elisabeth, Cody and James. I have to wear an annoying tuxedo that I really would do better not wearing. My job at the wedding is to stand behind my soon to be dad and pretend that I'm happy for my mom and everything's great. Even if I feel the exact opposite.
I stuff another shirt into my suitcase, thinking about all the changes about to happen. I don't want to move. Don't want my mom to get married. Don't want a new dad. Don't want a sister, especially Dru. I hear my mom walk into my room.
"Almost done, kid?" My mom asks. She looks like me a lot. We both have dark, brown hair, the colour of coffee.
"Ya, almost." I respond.
"You okay? You seem a little upset." Says my mom.
I zip up my bag. "I'm fine mom, I guess I'm a bit worried for the wedding. Probably not as worried as you though." I pick up the suitcase and throw it into a pile with all my other bags.
I probably threw it to forcefully, my mom new something was wrong.
"Okay, well, if you need anything just come talk."
"Ya, mom. Okay."