Chapter Twelve - 'it could be a boy'

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I ripped clothes off their hangers and threw them onto the floor. This was the pile of clothes for the bin. A short red skirt, pile, black piece of material that is supposed to be a top, pile.

I was left with: a white dress, a black t-shirt, denim skinny jeans, a lacey white top, a mint skater dress, a grey jumper, white skinny jeans, a pair of denim shorts and white shorts.
I changed into the white shorts and the black t-shirt with white converse.

Today, I tied my hair up into a ponytail with a black scrunchie. Then I put on a white and tan bracelet.

I walked out of my door with my bag and as normal, knocked on Adria's door. She was wearing black shorts, a black t-shirt, ankle boots and had her hair in a plait. She walked out and then we walked to school together.

So far it was a pretty ordinary day.

When we arrived at school, I showed everyone the note. It all seemed real until the end. "There no-one in this school called Nat, or Natalie, or anything like that." Claimed Lily.
"It could be a boy?" Pondered Maddy.
It had come tot my attention that Maddy was the smartest in my group of friends, she always had ideas of what to do and tended to do quite well in lessons.
"Who has a first name beginning with Nat?" Asked Hannah.

I shrugged, "it doesn't matter, I'll be finding out soon anyway."
Everyone stopped talking about it and moved on, but for me the was only one subject on my mind.

I told my friends that it was time to meet 'Nat' and began walking. This person could be anyone. They hadn't left a time on the letter so I hoped that they were there.

I arrived at the water fountain outside room twelve, only to be greeted by another note.

Dear Vienna,

Oh sweet, 'innocent' Vienna, if you are reading this you are as naive as you sound. I can see you and I've seen you show my note around to your friends as if it was a pathetic love letter.

Do not show this to anyone.
I know things about you that other people don't, that could destroy your life.

The next note will be underneath the school gate after the last bell rings.

Kisses,
Nat.

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