I Will Find You

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Gwendolyn's POV

I'm in one of the Lodge's limousines, on my way to St. Lennox high school. I would never go there voluntarily after school, but it's the soiree that was organized in our school back in time. The count invited us there, and Gideon (who got the letter from him) said that the count had said that "it's a really special thing". Well, I'd do anything for making the Lodge happy, I already have too many troubles with people who work there.

I don't like sitting in this limousine with my soiree dress. No offense, I love the dress and the look that Madame Rossini gave me, but sitting in a limousine with a big dress and a wig... it's not the easiest part of the upcoming night.

"What you're thinking of?"

I wake up from my thoughts: "W-what?"

"What are you thinking of?", Gideon repeats with a smirk on his face. I wonder how long he has stared me.

"Nothing really...", I say,

"You know, it's not good to be in your thoughts in the soiree. It's an important occasion," he continues.

I glare at him. He laughs and looks away.

I recognize that we are approaching the St. Lennox high school. I watch the streets and people going by. It's a little rainy but people are still having fun, going to pubs and clubs. We go past Big Ben, and I see the clock high upon our heads. It shows five to ten in the evening. I dream about sleeping comfortably in my own bed, listening to the light rain. But obviously I am not. 

The limousine stops in front of the school, and I open the car door myself , because I don't need any helping hands getting me out. I put my legs out of the car and hop out, but with a little bit too much enthusiasm. I would've fallen if Gideon hadn't run from the back of the car to catch me. 

"Don't need any help?", he asks sarcastically.

"I can hop out of a car myself!" I snap back.

"Yeah yeah, of course you can", he pats my shoulder.

"Come on, you little fighters", Mr. George shouts from the door.

"Better go", Gideon says and wraps his hands to my shoulders, because I haven't got any jacket and it's quite cold. I'm grateful for that.

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Inside the school I see James in his own little corner. He nods to me with a little "Hello, Gwendolyn". I nod back. I have to figure out a way to talk to him without the others seeing me because I know that if I don't, he will be mad for me the next month or so because I didn't give him attention right at this moment. 

"I'm really sorry, but I haven't been to the loo for centuries", I say to Mr. George with an apologetic smile.

Mr. George sighs. "Gwendolyn, you should do your things in your own time, not in the last minute", he says accusingly.

"Please, Mr. George, this won't happen again".

Mr. George just waves his hand. I give a little mental high five to myself. Gideon stares oddly but goes up with Mr. George. I wait a while and go back to greet James.

"James, you have to give me a little last minute advice", I say to him.

James opens his openable fan and looks at me arrogantly. "And what kind of advice do you need?"

"Have you ever been to lord Brompton's soiree?"

"Oh, yes yes, of course I have! Have you ever heard about Lady Brompton's fruit punch?"

I shake my head.

James looks around and whispers to me. "Everyone says that it has a secret ingredient".

"Oh", I say. I feel like someone is watching me. I look up and see Gideon staring at me up from the stairs. I have to go back or he thinks I'm going to chicken out. What else would he think of a girl talking with a corner? I have to say 'good bye' for the much needed answers. 

"I have to go now. It was a pleasure meeting you tonight, James", I say and start to walk up the stairs.

"The pleasure was all mine!", James shouts behind my back. I hear how he opens his openable fan again.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I stop and look at Gideon. "What?"

"Why were you talking with a corner?", he asks.

Damn, he saw me.

"I'll explain it to you sometime", I say and hurry to the classroom where I saw Mr. George entering a minute ago.

I step in the room, Gideon following behind me. Falk DeVilliers, Dr. White and Mr. George are there already.

"Gwendolyn, you're going first", Falk DeVilliers says. I step forward and put my finger to the chronograf. The light changes red, and in the next moment, I can't see anything what's in front of me.

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Oh my God, I was going to write David (from Divergent) instead of James in the first case. How hilarious that would've been.

Don't forget to elapse daily,

See you!