Three

Chapter 1

My eyes opened wide and I sat with my mouth agape as Mr. Bradford announced "Ok class, go into groups for an activity."

"Deja vu," I couldn't help from blurting out what I was thinking. That was so weird.

"Yes, Miss Kensington? Do you have a question?" Mr. Bradford looked at me above his lenses, obviously dying for the day to be over. He did not wait for my answer, instead he turned towards the whiteboard and began to write our group assignment.

I stared at the emptiness of the clean whiteboard. All I could picture was those haunting, icy blue eyes. That could not have been just a dream.

"Way, are you okay?" My friend Lexie gently nudged my shoulder. She was sweet, but didn't show it often. I've known Lexie since we were 3. She's never asked me if I was okay before, so I must look completely bent out of shape.

"You, like, totally drooled on your textbook," Lexie remarked.

I chuckled, but I couldn't help but feel like I had just experienced something, almost, paranormal. I tried to shake off the unnerving feeling and read the instructions on the board. The instructions said:

Label the different countries and capitals of all 54 countries of Africa, and paint them according to their main export.

I closed my eyes, and shook my head. I must have been seeing things, because there is absolutely no way that the assignment in my dream is the assignment Mr. Bradford is giving us right now. Absolutely no possible way. I opened my eyes to exactly what I had seen previously. The instructions were the same, and my blood began to rush to my head.

This is ridiculous, Waverly, I thought. It's just a crazy coincidence. Just turn towards your group and start labeling.

Suddenly, the voices of those around me grew in volume. "I'll go get some paint," Claire almost whispered, as she quickly got up from her chair.

"Weirdo," Lexie put her blonde hair up quickly.

"Be nice to her. She's just shy," I replied, even knowing her remark was unintentional.

"Why don't you girls stop gossiping and start actually doing some work?" Julien Wood, douche bag/egotistical jackass/super hot, of course he would assume we were gossiping. We could have been discussing foreign policy or civil rights and he would dismiss our words as the banter of two country club wives.

"And you, why don't you shut your trap, get your head out of your ass and take your own damn advice!" Lexie retorted. She always has something to say, and it doesn't help that she also doesn't have a filter.

"Oh McKenna, your pimp came by earlier. He said he doesn't want you in his service anymore, that he needs his whores to have at least a bit of class," Julien retorted.

Lexie mockingly chuckled, "Well, at least I haven't become frigid and limp at the ripe old age of 17."

"Lexie could you be anymore crude?" I asked her rhetorically.

"Yes."

I had gotten used to their back and forth. It started in the third grade when Lexie McKenna put a tadpole in Julien Wood's precious chocolate locks. She couldn't hold her enjoyment when he discovered the tadpole while trying to catch the attention of Mandy Johnson, the most popular girl in third grade, and by extension, the most beautiful. Let's just say there was lots of girlish screaming, girls laughing, and fumes blowing as a result. From that point on, Julien and Lexie have been in an infinite revenge delicatessen.