Blackmailing Isn't cool

1. Betrayal

Grace POV

"Guys!" I yell at my friends from down the hallway that they are running through. "You have to stop running! It's against the rules!" I have to admit, maybe I am a bit insistent about rules, but really, I can't help it. Breaking a rule (even a small one like this) makes me feel uncomfortable, and awkward. I don't want to have to face the punishments that come with it.

My friends stop, and give each other looks that say they're annoyed with me. They obviously don't care if they get punished. They all look really annoyed too.

"Grace" says Kate, one of my friends "We have a good reason to be running. It isn't like we're running just for the fun of it."

"Well," I say nervously. For some reason, most people just make me feel nervous. Sometimes, even my friends "Basketball sign ups can wait. It isn't like they're just going to disappear if you don't get there in the next two seconds."

"Well, we want to make sure we get a spot!" Cheryl says tapping her foot.

I finally catch up with them, and we begin to walk down the halls. "Can we at least walk fast?" Kate asks, looking down at me with an annoyed expression. The reason she looks down at me is because she is like, a foot taller than me (her being one of the tallest people in our class, and me one of the shortest).

There are only two people in my class shorter than me. The shorter, is a shy tom-boy girl named Isla, and the other, a guy named Draytin.

Draytin and I don't exactly get along very well. Scratch that. Draytin and I are like opposites. For one, everyone knows that I am one of the smartest kids in my class, and Draytin, well, to say it in the nicest way possible, you couldn't really say the same about him.

He makes stupid remarks about me being blonde. He knows I'm smart, but he says them anyways, probably thinking that it bothers me. Well, he got one thing right.

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes "You can walk fast."

Her eyes light up slightly, and we all speed up our pace a bit. I make sure no one actually runs.

We reach the sign-up sheet, and Cheryl, Kate, and my other two friends that like basket ball, Ashlyn, and Caylie, run up quickly to sign up. My other friend, Alex and I wait impatiently for them to finish. We both don't like basketball, but the other four are like forcing us to join the team with them.

The bell rings, and our lunch break is over. "Come on, guys!" I say, hurriedly "We can't be late for class!"

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"Grace" my mom says, a serious look on her face. The only time my mom has a serious look on her face is when I'm in trouble. Oh, no. What did I do? "I need to talk to you."

I stare at her, and say "Whatever it is I swear I didn't do it, mom. I didn'tbreak any rules. I didn't lie. Nothing. I've been really good lately."

"That isn't what I wanted to talk to you about" she says. I feel a little strange talking to my mom like this. I never do. Usually, we just fight.

"Well" I say "what do you want to talk about then?"

"You're father and I are splitting up."

This is insane. This can't be happening. No. It can't. I won't accept it. My mind goes back to all of those times that my mother promised me that she would NEVER leave my dad. And that he would never leave her. This just goes to prove that my parents aren't trustworthy.