The Forgotten

Chapter Seven

Britney's P.O.V

I saw Misty and God was she beautiful. I saw how she was writing and she looked deep into concentration that I didn't want to disturb her with my petty crush.

As she walked away I ran over and realized she left her notebook, quickly I picked it up, shoved it in my bag and ran to my friends so no one knew I was standing in the... Uhm... "Emo freaks spot."

Everyone said she was happy until age 9 or 10 than she became mean to everyone and no one knew why.

Anyways I ran to my friends and told them about how I found Misty's notebook. They all were dying to read it. I said no of course like a loving admirer I am... I'm not that creepy one don't worry.

I walked to Misty's locker to find her ripping out pictures of her family.

I walked over and asked "what are you doing," she looked at me with terror in her eyes.

Quickly she recovered and glared at me "fuck off," she hissed softly.

I pushed her into the lockers gently, "say it again bitch," I tried to sound forcefully intimidating but I kinda lost track midway through as her lips formed a pout and her eyes filled with nothing but shock and fear.

I pulled away and fixed my clothes. "Answer me," I demanded.

She looked down playing with her feet.

"Nothing," she muttered.