Umber In Level 8

+Chapter Twelve+

"I hope you're not going to start your poster off with that!" I cut him off.

Trix frowned. "What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes. "You're not planning to write her a letter, I hope. Don't start with dear Gisela."

Claude looked offended, which was good. The sooner he no longer had feelings for me, the sooner I would be able to let my feelings for him go. Not that I had huge feelings for him or anything.

"How about you make a bullet-pointed list?" I suggested. "You can fit more that way."

"More what?"

"Oh, Claude," I put on my best saccharine smile. "You really have no idea how to do this kind of stuff, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Trix crossed his arms.

"Start with this–" I began before I was rudely interrupted by one of my followers.

"UMBER!" A guy yelled. "LOOK AT YOUR LOCKER!"

I sighed. It must be another of Gisela's dirty tricks. "I'll text you a list later. Should we meet at 7:00 tonight?"

Trix saluted dorkily as I ran off.

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The school day had ended, yet I was still scrubbing away at the un-repeatable things Gisela had written on my locker. To think we were once best friends...

"Need help?" Claude Trix approached me from behind.

I yelped in surprise. "You startled me, Trix."

"Oops," Trix apologized. "Apologies. Do you need any help?"

I sighed and continued scrubbing. "No, it's alright. You can go home." Trix nodded. "Are you sure?"

I turned around to give Claude Trix my best annoyed glare. He quickly backed away.

"Uh, sorry. Bye!" I didn't need to look back to know that Dorky Trix had run off as fast as he could. I have been told that my glares have superpowers.

About ten minutes later– or was it an hour? I wasn't sure– I finally finished scrubbing the remains of Gisela's message off my locker. Sighing, I sat down on the floor and turned on my Imparter. Quickly, I sent my list to Trix and headed to my room. I was ready for my mid-day nap.

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I woke up, annoyed, to my Imparter buzzing.

Groaning, I reached for it. I hoped that all the buzzing was Trix with his decision on what kind of rumors he wanted to spread about Gisela. Ah, the thrill of having enemies...

I looked into the sleek silver screen. The first thing I saw was the time: 7:05pm. I was late for my meeting with Trix!

I decided that checking what Trix had to say about my list was more important than being late. I clicked on my messages app. No messages from Claude Trix. Talk about being ungrateful for my hard work. That list took the better part of five minutes!

All of a sudden, I noticed something that caught my eye. 5 messages from Gisela.

Glaring down at my Imparter, I clicked on it.

Gisela: What's this?

Gisela: Why did you send me a list of all my secrets? How do you even know them in the first place? Gisela: What kind of sick prank is this?

Gisela: Umber, why aren't you texting me back?'

Gisela: Umber?

Panic flared in my chest. Looking out of one eye, I saw the last thing I'd sent to her. The list of rumors I could start with Claude Trix. I was doomed.