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Never Upon A Time

Pic of Gracie's future outfit above!

Gracie's POV

You know those days when you feel like the world hates you?

Yeah, today was definitely one of those days.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" I shout in frustration, as my phone turns pitch black. The rain decorates the back of my white hoodie and I attempt push a hand through my hair. Encountering a group of painful tangles, I hurriedly rip my hand out. 

I'm mad at the rain.

I'm mad at my car.

I'm mad at Matthew and Luke for taking my car.

But, above all I'm beyond pissed at Dimitri. It's all his fault! If it wasn't for him throwing up, I wouldn't have had to make dinner, using utensils I had to wash in the bathroom sink, I wouldn't have had to explain to mom, when she came home at 12 o'clock, why her catalog kitchen smelt discreetly like bleach and I wouldn't have had to listen to her lecture me until 2 in the morning.

So when I woke up at 8, missing my 1st and 2nd periods, I was pressured into getting my ass out of my house faster then the human eye could blink.

Howbeit, I do guess it's partially my fault. If I hadn't picked him up when he had fallen and if I hadn't taken care of him, none of this would be my responsibility.

Yet, that silly, half way bet I made with him still manages to worm it's way into my mind and my face burns. Where had that spark of confidence come from and who the hell did I become at that moment in time?

I became the girl Aaron fell for. I became Grace again. Since that terrible day, Grace was gone. Never to be seen again, never to be heard from again, and that was the way I liked to keep it. Now, Dimitri's invading the picture and she's showing up again? A warning that I need to avoid him from now until graduation in a couple of months.

When I finally do manage to reach the doors of BH, I push the doors open, shivering and glaring at all the people that stared at me.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," I growl, stomping off to my locker.

"Gracie!" Two familiar voices yell simultaneously and I stick my head in my locker hopping they'll go away.

"Gracie where in fuck's sake-Oh," Uri stops, seeing my heavily wet clothes. I pull my head out of my locker and glower at her.

"I blame you," I hiss, pointing to her, "for all of my problems." I reach for the hem of my sweatshirt and pull it over my head in on swift movement. Some boys whistle, expecting to see a lot more and I stick the middle finger up at them. Muttering curses underneath my breath, I attempt to wring all the water out of my shirt and creating a small puddle on the floor by my feet. 

"Who made you so wet?" Uri jokes immaturely. 

"Ha-ha," I grumble.

"What happened to you?" Kyle questions, tugging off his varsity jacket and throwing it over my shoulders. 

"Nothing much. I just got caught in the pouring rain,"  I snap.

"Anyone with eyes could see that," Kyle speaks, his sadness clear to even the blind eye. "I mean why are you late?"

He doesn't like when people yell or snap at him; in fact if it had been anyone but Uri or I, he would've punched them in the face but only if they were male.