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by blonde_child
                                    
                                              CHAPTER 4 
                          "I suppose you two have a late pass?" Mrs. Smith questioned. 
                          "We.... um..." I trailed off. I am a terrible liar.

                          " Jackie and I where showing the Spanish substitute to her classroom.  She didn't know your name to write a pass." Andrew didn't show any signs of lying. But his friends in the back of the room whistled and made kissing sounds. 
                          I bit my lip, as Mrs. Smith nodded then smiled understandingly. I wasn't surprised she bought it. Drew was the best liar I had ever meet. Not that I had many a lot of people anyway. 
                          "Take your seats. I was just explaining our next art project. You two will have to be partners, we have an even number, and everyone else has already chosen. " Mrs. Smith continued smiling as  we took our seats.
                          Well this is just great. I thought.  Normally, I would have loved being paired with him. Art was my best subject. I could do it all: painting, sketching, sculpting, even photography. But I now couldn't wait for the class to end. At least I haven't had a vision- knock on wood.
                          When class was over I nearly ran out of the room. I wanted as much distance away from Drew as possible.
                          My next class was trigonometry.  With Alex. I wanted to tell him about my dreams ,but I was scared he wouldn't believe me. 
                          Because I practically ran, I was first in the room. I sat down in my chair so fast, that I startled the teacher. 
                          Mr. Nickel  grumbled something to himself and handed me a folded paper.
                          SECOND TERM REPORT CARD
                          Shit.  I opened the card and scan
                          my grades. I frowned at the C in biology. My worst subject. 
                          Alex walked in and got his report card.  He sat down next to me and gave me a shaky smile.  And unfolded his card. Suddenly his face went ghostly pale.  He handed me the paper. 
                          B. Alex got a B in trigonometry, his worst subject. I leaned over and squeezed his hand. I knew what would happen when he gave it to his parents. They would beat him. His Dad  would anyway.  That is how we became friends. 
                          I wanted him to know I would always be there for him.  There was no way I could tell him about my visions now. At least not yet.
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