CHAPTER FIVE

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"Sorry Miss is there anyone in here called Diane Thompson?" a little boy maybe around the age of twelve or thirteen asked after politely knocking on the door and been given permission to enter the room. I didn't know why he wanted me but by the looks of it, his expression wasn't going to give it away. He held a pink piece of paper with a note written on it, messy handwriting covered every inch of the slip and it started to make me wonder if it was all for me. Wrapped around his neck was a badge that stated student reception. What was that and why did they need to have a kid going around delivering messages.

"Yeah she is, she just came in with Jackson. Diane, come on up here" Miss Smith my science teacher spoke up pointing to me and giving me a small hand gesture telling me to come over. I did as I was told and stood up walking over to her before taking a seat on the empty chair across her table. I didn't know what was happening to me and where I was going with this little boy, but the glimpse I took at that little paper had more than a few words I didn't like the look off. If this year eight kid knew everything and anything about me then we were going to need to do some damage control, maybe this time without a lawyer.

"I need to take her to Mr. Evans, he said there are a few things he wanted to talk to her about and she would need to read this before going into his office" the little boy spoke up once again lowering his voice to make sure that no one could hear him, he seemed like the young boy who got scared over anyone older than him. I wouldn't blame him though, by the looks of it, the boys had something against this kid and it clearly wasn't a good thing. I don't know why year eleven kids would associate themselves with such an innocent young kid.

"Sure go ahead. Diane, please take your things, you only have ten minutes left of this lesson and I'm not sure if you're going to make it back before the bell" Miss Smith informed me pointing back to my seat where all my equipment and supplies lay. I didn't really know if that paper was worse than what I could see. By the looks of it this was getting way worse than I expected. I knew that the sheet was mine, I knew that that this was educational wise and I knew that this assuredly wasn't a positive thing.

I stood up from the seat and the front and teleported myself to the chair I had sat on for fifty minutes beside some kid I don't know the name of. After quickly gathering my things and stuffing them recklessly into backpack, I got up and walked over to the short boy who seemed to not be that small close up, he did reach up to my shoulder after all and to be fair I was wearing heels which were about four inches long. Someone like me wasn't so used to wearing heels after the small period of time I decided it was time to annoy my parents.

"Ready to go?" I asked the boy wondering if he was going to start moving. I wanted my lunch and there was only one hour left. What was wrong with this boy, it's like I he doesn't understand what I mean by let's move it. It can't be that hard, can it really? "Hello, kid can we get moving. I would have left you, but I really don't know where anything is, let alone this man's office" I huffed snapping the guy out of his intense stare of with Channing and getting him to walk over to me, practically dragging me out with him by my arm. Do they not have such a thing called abuse here or is this still the time period when men could hurt you.

The two of us walked out the room and into the empty corridor where he started leading the way outside the building, walking for a bit and then back inside another, much larger building where I had already had some of my classes today. After all it is third period and almost fourth.

Taking the silence as an optimistic opportunity, I snatched the pink slip from his hand and brought it up closer to my face where once again my sunglasses lay upon my face. It was the only way I can stay hidden from everyone who still doesn't know me and I was kind of hoping that it would stay that way. The fact that I had to be called down there personally just kind of told me it wasn't

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