deadly secret

Chapter 3

Guys the chapters i posted yesterday were supposed to be posted sunday but they took of my wifi :( but since i said i was posting three times a week , heres the one I'm posting today.

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Its been three months since the accident, and while my scratches, blisters and bruises have all healed, there's a piece that still feels broken. And no, its not my heart or anything sentimental like that. Im not one those overly emotional girls, who wait for their prince to come and save her. A little closure, is all i ask, the opportunity to see that boy just one more time, to tell him "thank you", to ask him what he was doing there in the first place. And to find out why he touched me like that.

"A little frustrated, are we?" Casey asks, noticing that i just destroyed my clay. Its Building Needs class, you technically build bowls, pots for plants, and mugs (ok guys i made this up). We are currently making mugs for kids at the hospital. This was very hard for me, it stressed me out. I gave up and put my head down.

"Im surprised you haven't destroyed it" she says. "Don't you have a mug to do?" i ask her. "Don't you have some life to get?", i ignored her comment and proceed with my mug . "Your mug looks like a nine- year old did it" i said staring at her mug. "Honestly Hannah, your jokes are starting to get a little old, you should get out more." she smiled at me.

Casey and i have been friends since kindergarten. There was this one time in eight grade when we were playing truth or dare and she dared me to kiss this guy named Ian Adams. For the record he was my first kiss, and i still get crap about missing his lips. "Im fine" i assure her, "Fine?" she says and puts her hands back on the clay. "Hannah you spend your Saturday nights playing makeover with a nine year old ". "For your information, that only happened once, and her mom was having a costume party" i said. "Whatever" she says, lowering her voice. This class is pretty chill, mostly because of the people here, but we pretty much follow the rules. Ms.Katherine insists on our speaking in hush tones, for our concentration.

Casey tried making small talk with me but i would start thinking about the boy from the parking lot, his cologne smell, his dark brown eyes. And the way he touched me. After the accident, after Stacey Beckham's full recovery, turns out she went into shock. I looked through the school year books, searching for the boy's identity. Without any luck.

I pause a moment in my clay and reach down to touch the area below my navel, somehow still able to feel his fingers there, "Okay, thats it!" Casey declares. "You really need to get yourself a man", "Oh please" I say. "I wasn't doing anything scandalous" i say and rolled my eyes. "Thats probably more hand action than you've gotten all year, isn't it? Forget it, i don't wanna know."

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I'm posting another one later ! - s.s 9.08.15