Andrew's POV
It was Monday, the first day for Dixey to come back to school. Amanda, Shyla, and I were outside on the steps of the school waiting for her to arrive. The 10-minute bell rang still with no sign of her.
"Maybe she's sick?" offered Shyla. We all looked hopefully as a car parked in front of the school but groaned as it was just Robbie stepping out of the car.
Robbie was the type of person to get on everyone's nerves, but not as much as Gideon did. He walked up to us with the same smug look on his face as he usually does when he's in the mood to bother someone.
"Hey, losers! Waiting for your serial killing friend to come and kill you!" He remarked. 'I hate him, so, much!' I thought to myself.
"No one cares what you think Robbie, so just go die in a hole," responded Amanda. Once that was said, everyone took an interest.
"Well, if you think about it. Everyone cares! Otherwise, they wouldn't be trying to listen in on our conversation," Robbie gained the upper hand.
"Fine, WE don't care about what you say, OK? So just walk away, and we'll ignore everything that you say to us for the rest of your life," Shyla said.
"What about you short stake, you gonna say anything? Or are you just going to let the girls handle this," Robbie said, referring to me.
'Temper, keep your temper.' I told myself. Robbie never really got along with me from the moment we had to do an assignment with each other. All we had to do was color a map and be done, Robbie took it home and lost it. From that day forward, I never wanted to trust him again, since it was my very first F.
"He doesn't have to say anything to you, you no good, jail rotting, heartbreaking, low life, nobody!" We all turned.
Dixey was standing there, her arms crossed over her body. She had on her gray long sleeve shirt, black pants, and gray converses she had on almost every day. Her death glare on Robbie was almost as priceless as Robbie's look of fear. He sprinted for the school entrance as everyone outside began to file in at the sight of Dixey.
"Stupid Stitched Heart," Dixey said, or should I say, Bailey. From what I heard, she called him that because a fix and broke girls hearts.
"Bailey, you're here!" yelled Shyla.
"Hey Llama, how's it going?"
The bell rang for the 5-minute warning.
"Ok, we can chat later. Let's get inside," Amanda said.
We all did and were able to get to class one minute before the bell rage to start class.
Time skipThe first 2 hours of the day are always boring, but now it was time for band. Amanda, Shyla, Bailey, and I walked down together and made it to the band room with 2 minutes to spare. Shyla went to the percussion and made sure the others weren't breaking anything, while we went to the locker room to get our instruments.
I went to get my Contra and Amanda to her Sax, then Bailey went to the other side of the room where her trombone was held and froze. Both Amanda and I shrugged it off and went to our seats. Class started and Bailey still hadn't come out of the locker room.
"Has anyone seen Dixey?" the teacher asked.
"We have, can we go check on her?" Amanda said. The teacher looked confused.
"She means Shyla and I as well, Mrs. M," I told her, she nodded and we all went to the locker room.
Bailey hadn't moved from her spot, and she was looking at her locker. She was talking to herself again as well.
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I Know What You Did
Mystery / ThrillerDixie is your everyday 8th grader living the best life that she can. Though, it can be tough when you have a second personality. Her friends, Amanda, Shyla, and Andrew, are a close group with no secrets. Or... that's what they thought. When seven of...