Umber In Level 8

+Chapter Fourteen+

[A/N: I guess I didn't realize how short this chapter was when I wrote it... So sorry!]

"Umber!" Someone called down the hall.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Trix." he told me.

"No!" another guy called. "I'm Trix."

"Losers," another dude told them. "I'm Trix. The one and only."

"You all wish," Gisela walked out of the crowd. "I'm Trix. And Umber, you want me."

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I woke up in a cold sweat.

It was just a dream. I was fine. All the Trixes were gone. Gisela was gone. But what had she meant by you want me? I decided not to dwell on it. Dreams had weird logic. They had nothing to do with real life and real thoughts. Of course I didn't like Gisela like that! I didn't even like Gisela at all!

I tried to keep it out of my mind as I did my two-hour-long morning routine.

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"Umber!" A guy yelled.

I tried to steady my breathing. It wasn't one of the dream-Trixes. It was just one of my adoring fans. I turned my head and started to walk away.

The guy continued making his way to my locker. "I saw the pictures, but they're totally not real! Gisela probably just photoshopped a picture of you. You could never look like that!"

I crossed my arms. Could this guy not take a hint?

"Go. Away." I grit my teeth.

"Why are you getting all testy? Is the photo real?" The guy's eyes widened.

"No. Now, shoo."

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The day felt even longer than usual. By the time lunch came, I was ready for it to end.

I was sitting all alone. Trix wouldn't talk to me. I wouldn't talk to Gisela. My followers were too busy taking down the photos of me—per my request—to sit with me.

I was melancholy as I silently ate my plate of Mashed Carnissa Root and Sugarknots. I used to be the most popular girl in school. What happened to me?