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Chapter 7: Weird

  After I had tried the lovely chocolate, had my weird  deja vu moment or flashback? And Alex had gone to work, I left back to my unit to do some homework. I still couldn't believe we received homework on the first day!

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  As I begin, I hear a loud noise coming from Alex's unit but I refuse to leave my textbook. Then I hear a loud crash from within MY unit. Let's just say that I freaked out just a little bit. So I went to investigate and find out who made that noise because I knew that I was home alone and Mom wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning because she took the night shift today.

  As I turn the corner I see a mop of dark hair and a pair of olive green eyes. Alex freakin' Rodriguez is in MY unit and it didn't end well,

  "What the tic-tac are you doing here!? I thought you went to work!?" I yell at Alex, making him jump and get into a combat position.

  "What are you doing here!?" he yells.

  "This is my unit after all! Of course, I'm gonna be here, where else would I be!?"

  "I-I'm sorry I thought you weren't home, I thought you were still at my place," Alex stutters.

  "And that gives you the right to break into my unit!?"

  It's then that I realize he broke into my home and had done so by breaking the glass door. I don't know what he used to break it but it must've been powerful.

  "I h-had to find something," he hisses through what seems like a pain.

  Of course, this is the time I notice that his knuckles are gushing out crimson blood. I rush over to assist him but he backs away murmuring,

  "What are you doing? Alma, stay back."

  "You're bleeding, let me help you," I whisper similar to trying to calm a wild animal.

  "No, it's okay I'll just head back to my unit and patch myself up. I'm sorry again. Bye," Alex says with a look I can't quite point out.

  "Okay, see you tomorrow then," I reply with a sigh.

  He leaves without a word and I am left alone in my unit with only the sound of the doorframe closing and the clicking lock to accompany me.

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  I wonder why he had broken into my unit if I had just seen him. Why did he punch through the glass? He could've easily just thrown a piece of shrapnel. I don't even know why he was like that but I know I should be angry right now but I'm not and it's weird, like extremely weird. I don't realize that someone else is inside the unit until I hear a voice say,

  "Wow, Alma I knew you had anger issues but this is a surprise."

  Of course, Bridget had to come right now. Of all times, I reply with a sigh and put on my most fake smile,

  "Well, hello Bridget. It's a pleasure to have you in my unit, as always."

  I roll my eyes so hard I can see SpongeBob to exaggerate that I didn't really appreciate  her popping in here whenever she pleased.

  Bridget and I have been enemies since the first day I met her. I remember the first day of kindergarten,

  I walk in with my plain black lunch box into the lunch room where I look for an open seat. I find one next to a tall, skinny girl with thick blonde hair. It reached her waist and swayed whenever she laughed. I sit next to her only for her to give me an angry look and say,

  "Why are you here? I'm saving this seat for my friend and you are not my friend so go away."

  "But there isn't anyone here. Wait does that mean you have no friends? I'm sorry for you," I say with pity in my voice, oblivious to the hidden insult in what I said.

  "At least I have a dad!" she yelled.

  I ran out of the lunchroom crying. For my father, for my mother, and for the lack of friends. I cried until I couldn't anymore. This is how my pure hatred for Bridget London began.

  "Well, of course, my dear friend, I wouldn't miss a visit for the world," Bridget says with a sneer across her face.

  "Shut it, Bridget," I say with a scowl.

  She then trips on her way inside and I laugh until tears come streaming down my cheeks.

  "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down," I sing, twirling.

  "Whatever, I'm leaving," Bridget replied, once she got her composure back.

  "So soon? Oh well, ta ta, dear friend. Until tomorrow!" I scream, oozing with sarcasm.

  After she leaves, I start to clean up the mess Alex had left behind. I mop up the now dry blood off the metal floor. It making the entrance of the unit smell even more like iron than normal. I pick up the shards of glass with the vacuum.

   Then I see a glint of gold from the floor where the shards had previously been and what the vacuum had refused to pick up the waste. I bend down to pick it up and find a gold locket shaped into an oval with a ruby in the center. I open it to find a picture of a younger version of what looks like Alex and a girl with gray eyes and black wavy hair. I realize that it's a picture of me and Alex when we were younger but the thing is that I don't remember taking this picture. Matter of fact, I don't think I have ever met Alex before today.

  I freak out at first but then decide on hiding it somewhere in my room. I say to myself,

  "He must never know I have this. I should ask him about it, shouldn't I? No, then he'll think I'm nosy." I shake my head, scolding myself for having that ridiculous idea at all.

  What I don't understand is that how in the world do I not remember Alex!?
  I finish cleaning up and call someone up to fix my door. Then I head to my room to think about what had happened throughout the day. First, Alex acting weird then finding the locket? What does it mean and how can I find out? I will find out but first I need to stay close.

What I also realize is that Alex had made me forget that today was Dad's 11 year anniversary.

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  I fall asleep listening to my old-fashioned radio from when The United states of America was once one. I think about Alex throughout the night and I see him in my dreams. For once in the 11 years that Dad left me, I slept a peaceful sleep.

A/N

QOTC (Questions Of The Chapter)

What's up with Alex? Do you think he's being a little funky?

Besos, Cass