Chapter 11.1

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Of course, it had to be as I was creating a virus that my mother decided to come into my room without knocking. I turned off my computer quickly, trying to be subtle. I wasn't exactly intending to use the virus, but you never know when these things might come in handy.

"Maribelle?" she said, sticking just the top half of herself through my door. "Phone call for you."

"Chelsea?"

"Yes. She wants you to come over."

I sighed. It was one of the few school days that I didn't have dance, and I was looking forward to finishing up the things I was working on. "Alright." I took it from her. "Thanks, Mom."

She nodded and left.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Maribelle, it's me."

"Hi, Chelsea," I said, trying to sound cheerful, "What's up?"

"Do you want to come over for a few hours? Monica is coming, and I thought we could bake something and then watch a movie?"

It sounds relaxing, doesn't it. A lazy afternoon after school with your friends, baking and watching movies. I didn't exactly want to go, but I wanted to go. And I had appearances to keep up, such as they were.

"Alright." I said, "I'll be over in like half an hour or so, sound good?"

"Perfect. Talk to you then." she hung up.

I sighed and shot a wistful look at my computer. I tried to think of the last time I'd really enjoyed hanging out with my friends.

I couldn't.

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