Hoodie Girl

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ ᔕI᙭

Nick's POV

Walking casually down the porch steps of her house, I wonder what came up to stop us from doing that dumb project. Not that I'm complaining. I'm just curious.

When I climbed into the passenger seat next to Julia, I'm relieved that Paparazzi hasn't found us out yet. All the kids at school were warned not to post anything about our whereabouts and we had people hired to say we had come to their school which was across the country.

"I wondered what came up, she looked really hesitant to let us a foot into the house," Julia says.

"She didn't look any particular way. We can't see her face, remember?"

She rolled her eyes. "Hey! Eyes on the road women!"

Ignoring my comment, she goes back to the topic of the girl. Ms. R I think they called her.
"You know what I meant. Her body language, the way she told us to wait outside."

"Again, she didn't technically tell us anything as she refuses to speak."

Julia pauses and then speaks in a low voice, "She could be mute y'know."

I shake my head. She was right but I had a feeling there was more to the story, twice wouldn't the teachers or a student let us know that there was a mute student going to out school and to respect her or something?

She was a bit strange, thats all I know. Like normally, she stands out from the crowd. She's different, but not purposely, it's like she wants to blend in but somehow the more she tries the more she stands out. She's different in the I don't really know how to take this different.

"You know that girl I told you about the other day? The dancer in the streets?"

"The one was made you forget to get my chips? If it's that one, then yes."

She rolls her eyes again, "Like there are manny ballet dancers in the street dancing in the rain. It was the most serene, beautiful, and powerful thing I've ever seen."

"Wish I could've been there," I mumble.

"What was that?"

I quickly look over and flash a grin. "Nothing."

"I mean it though. About it being the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I really want to find out who she is. Unfortunately she had a hood up, probably trying to shelter herself from the rain so I don't even know if she's like a professional dancer or a girl who goes to our school."

"First off, why would she need to shelter herself from the rain? She's literally dancing in it. Second off, what professional ballet dancer lives in this town? Everyone's boring here."

"Except her. What do we even call her? Ms. R? That's such an old thing to call someone, yet all the teachers call her that. The only person who doesn't is.." She trails off, and a smile falls on her face.

"What?"

"The only person who calls her by her name, the only one who's slipped. The one person who knows her." She turns right. I frown.

"You're going the wrong way."

She smiles knowingly, "No I'm not. We're going to Ms. R's best friends house. Kate. Kate Argo."