I reached the chemistry lab right in time. Just as I walked into class, I tripped. I looked down, I tripped on a newspaper.
"FAIL!" Grant says. His nickname: Huge idiot.
"I didn't ask for your life story." I reply.
"Might want to read about yours before commenting on mine." He says. He throws the paper at my face. Then comes Owen. He pushes Grant out of his way. He helps me up off the ground. He has been my crush since sixth grade.
"Hey. Are you ok?" He asks.
"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks." I say brushing the dust off my back.
"Well I better get back to class." He waves a bathroom pass in front of me. I smile and turn to see Ms. Cohen and the rest of the class staring at me.
"Sit down in your seat." She demands. She turns and starts to teach the lesson. I rush to my seat. I open my notebook to my notes. I gasp at the sight. On my notes, a red marker writes...
READ THE ARTICLE
I stare at the writing. I feel like puking. Who could have wrote this? My backpack has been beside me this whole time. Ben couldn't have, he was at the nurse's office with Quincy.
"Bethany." Ms. Cohen said. I look up." Well, what is the answer? Or have you not been listening?"
"I have to use the restroom." I say. I grab my backpack and run out of the class. I close and lock the bathroom door. I check all the stalls to make sure I'm alone. I kneel on the ground and pull out the newspaper. I start reading, Nothing. I read the next page, nothing. I read the next page, nothing. Wait! My name?
'There has recently been a murder of a teenage girl. Bethany Greyson.'
But.. but thats impossible! I'm not dead!
'Evidence shows the cause of death was strangulation. The killer is still unknown.'
