Sororities (NaNoWriMo)

Chapter 9

Recap from Chapter 8:

Yeah,but I'm glad someone actually reads the book. I responded to @unreal247, and receiving a new fan, lifted me up, so I could practically kiss the ceiling. Not literally though. 

After class, Em hit me with bad news.

"I am leaving until Ms. Vlaydon is gone." 

"What?!"

"I must. I don't want to be knocked out again."

This must have hurt Em to be doing. Last time we tried to resist, she didn't wake up for 5 months. 

"I am leaving in 3 days."

"But Claire isn't here. You won't get sleeper."

"Goodbye."

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She was gone, my only best friend. I realize why she was leaving. I mean, I would too if it meant not getting another vase from the art classroom dropped on my head, and being fed sleeper to make me unconscious, but still. She was my friend who I could trust and now she was gone. 

That night, I poured my tears into my pillow, that flowed onto the floor of my room. I grabbed my journal and tried writing a happy ending to my book, but it just wouldn’t come out. My boyfriend dumped me for his ex, and my best friend was leaving to her safety. Can my life get any worse?

“Would you like a cup of hot chocolate?” I heard Kim’s voice coming from outside the door, the child of the woman who is causing my pain. I strolled out of my bed, and opened the door. She held two cups of hot cocoa in her hands, one for me and one for her. I thankfully accepted it, and finished it off in a sip. Kim was slowly drinking hers. 

“Do you want another one?” She asked me, standing up as though she already knew the answer. I nodded, and she walked out of the room. 15 minutes later, she was back and I had mascara running down my face. She hugged. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” I asked her, sipping my hot cocoa down in small little drinks, instead of one big drink. She smiled. She does that a lot. No seriously, A LOT.

“I’m nice to everyone. Just because my mom hates you doesn’t mean I have to.” She replied, looking sort of British when they drink tea. Pinkies up!

“How did you know that?”

“Well, whenever you are near each other, you look like a lion and a snake.”

We laughed. It was true, a good comparison.

“On a totally unrelated topic, are you partially British?” I asked her. 

“1/4 from my father’s side.” 

“Lucky you!”

“That’s what everyone tells me.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. She was practically rubbing it in my face. Every few minutes before Kim closed the curtain, I would look out the window, into Jack’s window. 

“Stop that!” She yelled at me, throwing a pillow at me. It hit me square in the face.

“Oh, it’s on!” I screamed, before grabbing a pillow and running at her. We got into an all-out pillow fight smackdown. 

We ended up pillow-fighting over who got to sleep on the top bunk. She eventually let me, because she stepped on the curtain and it flew up, revealing Jack and Jane, making out. Kim quickly pulled it back down and let me sleep on the top bunk. Yeah, I win. Yes!

We woke up the next morning with serious headaches and feathers everywhere. Last night memories came back into my mind. Kimberly left before Angel checked her room. Wait, where was Angel? I hadn’t seen her in the last week. 

“Angel?” I knocked on her door, as it flung open, making me fall inside.

“Yes? I’m Mikel, Angel’s boyfriend. Have you seen her recently, like ... in the past week?” He asked me, after politely giving me a hand and introducing himself. Wow, he is probably a good boyfriend. Angel is lucky to have him.