When I wake-up my first thoughts were of Judas and no, not like that. Why was he out after 8:37? I at least had a good reason. And why was he so cold? Oh well, not my problem. After that I decided to get dressed in some jeans and a sweatshirt, who am I kidding? I got dressed in the school uniform that consisted of a *drum roll please* yeah, a plaid skirt that was blue, black, and white with a grey long sleeve shirt. I know, you'd have never guessed, right? I put my long black hair in a Dutch braid and put some deo on (Deo is what I call my deodorant) and I was ready for the day. I checked my class schedule:
7:30-8:30 English Literature
8:40-9:40 ASL
9:50-10:50 Math
11-12 Free Period (which you must spend in the library or in your room, yeah! * note the sarcasm *)
12-1 Sciences
1:10-2:10 P.E
2:15-3:15 computer room (to get your homework done)
That sounds soooo awesome! Not, but at least I have ASL, Math, and P.E with Isla, which means I know someone in those classes which is great. I start to head off to room 817 (Yes the school was that big) I knew where that was because I have a map, or at least I thought I did. It turns out I and maps do not work well together.
"Oomph" Yeah, that is the sound of me falling to the floor not so gracefully at the same time I hear a,
"Not you again!" I hear He-who-shall-not-be-named says rudely. Yeah, the guy worse than Voldemort is in front of me.
"I am starting to think you are stalking me." Judas says matter-of-factly with a smirk on his face.
"Why on earth would you think that?" I asked, trying to be civil.
"Because you are in the guys' wing of the school." He smirks as he sees the blush attempting to creep up my cheeks.
"Why would I be here for you? And for your information I got lost. These stupid maps aren't even right!" I say out of frustration.
"Well you could try turning it the right way." He says as if talking to a child meanwhile flipping the map to its right position.
"Whatever." I scoff.
"We have English Lit together, as well as Sciences. I will just show you the way. That way we can get this whole thing over with and you have no excuse to come and bother me." He says grudgingly.
"Maybe I don't want your help!" I retort stubbornly.
"Just shut-up and follow me."
"Charming as usual I see." I say while rolling my blue eyes at him.
"Watch out, your face might actually get even uglier if it gets stuck that way." He says over his shoulder.
"Talking to yourself is unhealthy!" I call after him.
"So is looking at you but I endure it without complaint!"
And that is basically how the rest of that day went and basically the whole week. I almost forgot about the note, until I saw the same symbol that was on the bottom of the paper, on the cover of a book in a case of glass peaking out of the Restricted Door, in the library. The book title read-
*ring* *ring* There goes the bell dang it! I have to come back. I am so going to track down that bell and give it a piece of my mind! I am not willing to die, because of a stupid bell!
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Guess Who
Teen FictionWhat happens when a teen looking for her stolen friend ends up looking in a rich academy? Not only that, she is chosen to play a game, a game so deadly. She must Guess Who. Who owns the mysterious academy? Who took her friend? Who is the handsome Ju...