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Mystery Girls

>London's POV<
On the Monday after the party, I was dreading going to school because after hanging out with my friends anyone else seemed mediocre.

I got my nerd look together with thick rimmed glasses, cute messy bun, lip gloss and eyeliner, big baggy cream sweater with burgundy pants, and black vans. I got my books and my mom made me breakfast and took my little brother to school. Which I was thankful for because it was my turn. She even said she'd pick him up.

I got in my car with 45 minutes to spare before school started. I decided to go to school and check out some books from the library for my project with Mya and Kylie. I parked my car and went to my locker putting away my books. I had to admit I really liked the school before it started. Since it was Monday morning all the bitchiness and immaturity was drained from it, it was nice to breathe fresh air.

I went to the library and got to work. After about 20 minutes I finished up and decided to take a look around the school. As I was walking I was just thinking and my mind wandering to this weekend during that party. The thoughts were mostly about the dare I did with that guy. He seemed so familiar, but I was way to drunk to figure it out. And now the memory is way to blurry to figure it out while I'm sober.

My thoughts carried me to the courtyard, where I sat down and put my chin on my knees as I sat on a table. The wind rushed through my hair and it was so relaxing, it was pretty cloudy so no sun to blind me. Since we're in a small town no cars to annoy me. It was just me, my thoughts, and I and couldn't be more thankful.

After about another 10 minutes the teachers started to arrive and then I decided to head to my locker. I checked my phone and saw that Carter and Jesse texted me.

Carter's read 'Shit bout 2 go down over here I'll pick u up after school so we can deal with it'.
Jesse's was basically a continuation of Carter's. It read 'So don't make any plans w/ any new loverboys...lol' I rolled my eyes and texted them back

'Okay ladies pick me up at 2:45 around the block.'

I closed my locker door and I saw Mya. I walked over and she in a very serious study session with her textbook.

"Stop stressing." I said as I sat next to her

"I can't if I fail this test then my whole average will go crashing down. Then I won't get into Harvard, Yale, Standford, I wouldn't even get into NYU and I'll be a lonely old woman that is so dumb she can't even turn on a microwave by herself. No guy would want me and I'd never have my dream family and even animals will repel from me. They would just smell the stupidity raking off of me. And I could just be alone and dumb and filled with regret." By the end of her rant she was breathless and looked ten times more stressed than she was before.

"Ookkaayy, or you could do amazing on this test like you do every other because your the smartest person I know. And have all 4 of those schools begging you to come to theirs. You don't have to stress so much sometimes it's good to give yourself some breathing room."

"Breathing room?" she asked quizzically.

"Yeah, you sew right?"

"Yeah."

"Would you say it calms you down?"

"Most definitely." she replied as she rested her head on the locker behind her.

"Okay, then since you don't have your sewing kit with you here then why don't you sketch some outfits until the test." I suggested.

"I don't know I can't fail this test."

"Well going in that room stressed is not going to help your case. You need to be relaxed, how long have you been studying anyways?"

"Since we got notice of it.....three weeks ago." She said shyly.