Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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It was a new day, and we were sitting in the cafeteria, trays loaded with food, when Perry suddenly barged in. "Greetings, puke puddles!" she bellowed, striding between the tables. "Tomorrow is yearbook photo day, and—while I honestly can't imagine why anyone would want a record of this awkward phase of your lives—" She paused mid-sentence, her gaze landing on a boy sitting nearby. He looked up, confused, wondering why she had stopped talking. Perry's eyes widened in horror, cringing and quickly looked away. "—Ugh!" she muttered under her breath. "Anyway, I'll be your photographer. Oh, and don't blink, 'cause homie don't do retakes! Ha ha!" With a loud cackle, she spun on her heel and marched out of the cafeteria,
"Well, that settles that. I am so getting my hair done right after school." Bree declared, tossing her hair. "Oh! Can you bring me back some clippings off the floor? I need 'em to finish building my 'Taj Mahair.'" He turned to us with a mischievous grin, plopping his bizarre little project onto the table with a proud flourish. I quickly slid my plate as far away as I could, just in case. "Where did all of that hair come from?" I asked, popping a grape into my mouth. "Pets, shower drains, brushes..." Adam said casually, waving a hand. "If you want it, you can get it."
"Well, that is disgusting." Bree stated flatly, wrinkling her nose. "Yeah. Well, if you think that's gross, wait until you see 'Buckinghair Palace.'" Adam added with a smirk, already placing his project on the floor. "Why are you so concerned about a stupid yearbook photo?" Leo asked, frowning as Chase walked up and stood behind Bree, arms crossed. "I am still trying to live down last year's picture when I wasn't ready for the flash and my eyes glitched." Bree said, holding up her yearbook photo. Her eyes glanced down, and her expression morphed into a grimace—her frozen, half-blinking gaze made her look like a zombie. Adam, Chase, and I all cringed, silently recoiling at the image. "Ughh!" we muttered in unison. "Bree, your zombie picture was the least of the problems with the yearbook." I said, pointing out the bigger disaster. "Perry photo-bombed every group picture. Drama club..." Bree flipped the page to that. "Cheerleaders..." And another. "...Swim team—" "—No!" Leo snapped, slamming the yearbook shut. "No, no, no! None of us need to see that again."
"Again?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Leo nodded slowly, his eyes widening in a way that made me pause. The look on his face was... off—like he'd just seen something he definitely wasn't supposed to. Something mildly traumatizing. The bell rang, snapping us out of it, and we started heading to our classes. That's when we saw Trent and his friends—already in formation in the middle of the hallway. "Move thirty-two! Hut! Hut!"
A player behind him snapped the ball, and Trent caught it smoothly before launching it across the hallway. Students scattered and ducked as the football sailed past, weaving through the crowd. "Yeah! Boom! Yeah!" they cheered, completely ignoring the chaos they were causing. "Trent, what are you doing?" Chase asked him. "Using football practice as an excuse to knock over innocent bystanders." He smiled but I stood there, confused. "But it's not even football season."
