Get this straight guys: rain + riding bike = no good news. So i got absolutely drenched,when I walked in the classroom, everyone was laughing at someone: moi? The teacher gave me the evil eye (also not good news).
"Ok, good morning class!" Mrs Stan greeted us enthusiasticly.
"Good morning Mrs Stan." We droned
"As you all know, today is a very important day. All the yr 8&9's will have their SGT (simple grading test). Oh and a new student will be coming today. He is in year 9, name is... James Ciden. He should be arriving any minute now." Mrs Stan explaned. Hmm. a new student eh? Lucky that, there are absolutely no good looking boys in my class. All we have are cute girls (Yes, I am very modest) and Mrs Stan - she is not in the cute girls list. I leaned over to chat with Jen, my best friend...
The door swun open along with a clasp of thunder. Then I saw something, well, someone, that sent me a surge of dejávu, a terrifying relisation that made my blood run cold and a lump in my throat. It was him. James Ciden was the boy in my dream.
