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Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

"Ms. Peters, would you like to go next?" my seventh grade english teacher, Mrs. O' Brian, asks me.

"Well..." I begin. I usually love giving speeches in front of the class, but this was different. I had spent my entire weekend writing a new song with my guitar. Any idea of a paper I had to write on Clara Barton was lost in the series of music notes and lyrics scribbled across one of my many black composition notebooks. The worst part was, the boy I liked was in this class. I couldn't make a fool of myself in front of him.

"It wasn't really a suggestion," Mrs. O'Brian said, tapping her foot against the dark tiles of her classroom floor, impatiently.

"Fine," I mumbled, snatching the paper I had written notes on when we researched our topics last friday. I had wanted to do my report on John Lennon, the lead singer of the Beatles, I knew loads on him. But, Mrs. O'brian turned me down, explaining that someone had already chosen Mr. Lennon.

So, instead of getting an easy A with a report on a music legend, Mrs. O'Brian stuck me with Clara Barton. She said she was an independant lady that was persistent and hard working, just like me...well kinda.

And that's exactly how I started my presentation.

"Clara Barton was an independent lady who was persistent and hardworking, just like me. Which is why I picked her to be my report topic," I began, smirking at a glowering Mrs. O'Brian. I rattled off some more pointless facts, which took about twenty seconds, considering I had spent most of my research time on Friday, doodling.

I just stood there for a while after listing every fact of information I had found, with the entire class staring at me. The presentation had to be at least three minutes long and I had just passed the forty-five second mark.

"Is that all Ms. Peters? Because if it is, I'm going to have to fail you, meaning you'll receive an F in my class..."

There was no way I could accept that F, my parents would kill me! They already hated how much time I spent out of my day practicing music. I had even quit swimming for the guitar, and I had been told I had the talent as a swimmer to make it to the Olympics. My dad was so disappointed he would barely talk to me. My mom tried to hide her disappointment, but she wasn't very good at it.

I sighed, surrendering. There was nothing else I knew about Clara Barton that I hadn't already said. I began to walk back to my seat, my head hung in shame as some of the other kids giggled.

Suddenly, a boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the front of the room. And this boy was none other than the one I had a crush on. The most popular boy at school was holding my hand... no way could this be happening.

"Lay and I worked on this project together, so she gets half of the credit on my paper and I get half on hers..." the boy said firmly, looking at Mrs. O'Brian, who was just shaking her head.

I like how he called me 'Lay' instead of Layla. No one had ever called me that before.

"No, you may not..." She started before the boy interrupted her.

"With all due respect Mrs. O'Brian, you never said we couldn't partner up," the boy shoots back at her.

His comment causes the classroom to erupt in gasps and small cheers, and Mrs. O'Brian's face turns purple with anger and embarrassment. I'm only focusing on our hands, which are still interlocked.

As the room quiets down the boy lets go of my hand and begins to rattle off different facts about Clara Barton like she's one of his best friends. Everyone, including Mrs. O'Brian, stare at him in awe as the five minute mark passes and he finishes off his last fact.

"How did you know all of that?" I ask him, my mouth open as wide as everyone else in the class' is.

"I told you," he said, a huge grin on his face, "We're partners." I smile at him and laugh at his goofy grin, until I realize what being 'partners' means.

"Okay young man, let's hear your part of the next presentation," Mrs. O'Brian says, annoyed that she was just shown up by a thirteen year old boy. I tugged on his flannel as he walked back to the center of the room.

"I don't know anything about your topic!" I whisper, hoping no one hears me. He just grins at me again and begins his first fact.

"John Lennon was born on...."

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I jerk awake and am surrounded by machines, all displaying some type of number and making a different beeping noise. I realize all these machines are somehow attached to me. These numbers must be telling me something about my body. But the only thing I want to know about my body is how it got here.

I search around but see no other human beings, only metal, screens and monotone beeps. This is driving me crazy. Where the hell am I? I am beginning to freak out. What if some kidnapped me and is doing some kind of experiment on me?! That would explain why I can't remember anything. I try desperately try to yank the cords off of me but instead of releasing myself from the beeps, I only create more. As more and more alarms go off, alerting who ever has attached these things to me that I am awake, I watch as a purple liquid from an IV slowly drips itself into my bloodstream.

I am immediately knocked unconscious as the doors to my left slam open and screaming people run through them.

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Hey everyone! Sorry this is kind of a weird chapter but basically they're flashbacks in her childhood where a 'special boy' comes and helps her make the situation better. And it's always the same boy.

But then she wakes up in the present but is knocked unconscious again.

Who the boy is isn't revealed for a while though, but I'm pretty sure it's really obvious. Who do you guys think it is?

Anyway, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever but I'm so excited to be updating now. I know exactly what I want to do with the next few chapters and its all good:)

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