I Know Your Secret

Natalie

   REMEMBER THOSE TIMES. Those times where you got so mad at your chem partner that you went to his house and burned it down. Burn it down like trash. Like the piece of trash that he is. Those times where you watched one of your friends get arrested for what you did. Those times you had to lie to every single person you know. What if they find out? What if they lose trust in me? Now the word just kept running through my mind. Fire.. fire, fire, fire. It's not that bad, right?
   It's time for the assembly. Since Phoebe and I are head of the special events club, the S.E.C. so we are always speaking at assemblies. Sometimes when we have bad announcements, people end up throwing food at us. But next year we will be seniors so hopefully more respect. We have a long way to go. Especially since we just started junior year.
   "Psst.. Nat," Phoebe said to me during class. "What?.." I whispered back. Phoebe was the kind of person to not pay attention in class but always pass tests.. Weird. "Look, Zach is zoning out. Probably because he and Chloe supposedly broke up. My mind was going crazy. Why didn't I know? Do people know what I did? Right before more thoughts of it came into my mind, Phoebe snapped her fingers. "Earth to Nat, where are you," she said. "Oh.. uh, sorry. Zoned off for a second. Anyways, you were saying?" Phoebe was also a bit of a gossip. Everyone thinks she is delightful though. Including me. "I was saying that Zach and Chloe aren't together anymore. They'll probably get back together though," she said. "Oh, yeah. Probably," I said back. We told each other about our summers even though we were together most of the time. At least until Ms. Sullivan snapped at us telling us to be quiet.
   "Hey Ana!" I yelled. Ana's one of my best friends. We went shopping together for most of the summer. Phoebe was there. "Hey Neaty Natty!" she said. Neaty Natty was a nickname she had for me. Neaty for me being well, neat. The nickname, Natty came from my name, Natalie but Natty means that I'm smart and fashionable. My nickname for her was Ana Banana. "I see you're wearing those high-waisted jeans from JCPenney," she said. "Yes, after all, they are pretty nice," I said.
   After the conversation, I went to my locker to get more books for the next classes. As I opened it, a piece of paper came falling into my hand. What is this? I opened it and saw the words, "I know your secret". I had to read the rest of it. Whoever wrote it, is lying.

   "Dear Natalie Rose Elsher,
             I Know Your Secret.
At fourth period, go to the janitor's closet and wait. Once you are there, you are going to see a camera. Look into it and say your name. There will be more people, so be prepared.
DO NOT tell anyone about this.
                                   Mr. Anonymous"