Deadly Secrets [Work In Progress]

Chapter 2

Now my mom stood at my door looking puzzled. "Violet?" she asked, confusion seeping through her voice. "Are you ok?"

I gathered all the strength that is left of me and turned around while forcing a smile. "Yeah mom, I'm fine. I'm just really worried for exams today." I try to sneakily slip the note inside my pocket without her noticing. I'm really not in the mood to see her looking more worried than she has to be.

I guess that did the trick, because she looked somewhat relieved after hearing my false confession. "It's ok, I'm sure you'll do fine. Now hurry up or you'll be late to school."

I glanced at my alarm clock. 7:30. I replied with a simple "ok" and turned around to put my shoes on when I heard her walk out of my room. Some black converse would have to do today. I slipped the note inside my journal – the one with a lock just to be safe. Hopefully it wouldn't slip out or anything.

I was still trying to control my breathing as I headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. I had to hurry today. I couldn't afford to have another tardy on my schedule. I grabbed a fork from the kitchen and tried to steady my hand as I reached for a pancake. I'm pretty sure my appetite is lost.

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Now I was at school and everyone around me was staring. I didn't want to go through this, not again. Yeah, I made some mistakes. Some pretty huge mistakes. Mistakes that changed my life. Number one: I went too far in the ocean. Number two: I didn't listen to what anyone else was saying. Number three: I tried to swim with the fish, but in reality. . . all I ended up doing was swimming with a hungry shark. And obviously, that destroyed me and my beautiful features.

I know what you're thinking. "Who cares if you're not pretty? Live life!" Yeah, well. . . that's easier said than done when you're living in the life of  Violet. Why? It's simple.

If you're not pretty, you're worthless.

Yeah. Harsh, right? Well I couldn't change it if I wanted to - and trust me when I say I did - so there's no use trying.

That's all the high school girls care about. Even if your personality is the best in the world, they don't care. The only people they'll actually want to be friends with are the pretty ones. The ones who could go on T.V. to be a model. That "one" used to be me, but I ruined it. And I can't go back.

But if this continued, getting stared at and made fun of I mean, I could guarantee it would only get worse. How was I supposed to carry on an ugly version of me when I could hardly carry on a pretty one?

Plus, now I had another problem. Someone wanted me dead, and they were probably plotting a plan to kill me right now. But why? I didn't have any enemies that I know of, so that made every one of my used-to-be "friends" a suspect. I said used-to-be because I practically had no one at the moment, besides my best friend Ashley. But I don't know, maybe they just can't afford to see my ugliness anymore when they walk the halls, so that makes all the people I don't know a suspect. And then of course, there's everyone else out in the world who it could be. Examples: My parents might be testing how I would deal with a problem like this. Some internet predator might have found my instagram. Some crazy fan might have found my YouTube channel. Some random old man on a street might have seen me walking home and decided to kidnap me but somehow make me prepared for it. I don't know, but every one of those things seems oddly possible to me.

So now, my only clue was that they knew where I lived. Actually, no. My only clue was nothing. For all I knew, they could have googled one of my parents on the internet and somehow gotten their address.

Ugh. What a great start.

I wanted to relax, to not have to worry about being perfect. To not have to go to school. To not have to live.

I needed to go to the auditorium to think.

I turned right instead of left, apart from the direction all the other kids are going. I'd gone this route way too many times before, enough to know exactly how many steps to take before I turn another corner. I looked up just in time to see my dream crush Zach headed straight towards me, smiling widely. . . wide enough for me to think he was a character from a creepypasta story.

"Hey, where are you going? Class is that way," He said, nodding his head towards the direction behind me.

"I'm just getting a drink of water from the machine. I'll be back in a little bit."

"Ok, I'll be waiting," He said with a smile.

Uh. . . okay?

Suspect #1.