"This is what she had become."
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Cleopatra Banks' last week in the small town of New Chelsea is nothing like she would have imagined it, but nothing could have prepared her for the stinging betrayal she's faced with and suddenly the prospect of...
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Natasha grabs my arm and begins pulling me away from Amy right before our photoshoot. I roll my eyes and let her drag me away to an isolated corner despite Amy's very profane protests.
"Where were you today?" she asks me with a scowl marring her soft facial features. "At school," I tell her whilst adjusting the crisp white shirt I'm wearing for the photoshoot, trying my best to avoid the disapproving look I know must be on her face.
"During lunch Cleo, where were you during lunch?" she asks. A sly smile plays on my face as I remember my near perfect lunch break that didn't involve sneaky pests that are constantly trying to make you do things you don't want to do.
"I was making out with my boyfriend," I reply, shrugging my shoulder nonchalantly. Natasha cocks her head to the side and glares angrily at me. "What? Did you not see how he asked me out to prom today?" I ask her. If she didn't, she can ask everyone else from school. They all did and everyone's been trying to outdo each other since despite the announcement of prom coming at short notice.
It all started with a note attached to a sunflower during the first period with my name on it and then three other notes attached to three different flowers in the next three periods with the words my love, will and you respectively. Then when I walked out of fourth period which happened to be on the second floor, there was some commotion downstairs and when we looked over the railing, there was Ethan, smiling up at me in the middle of a flower arrangement forming the rest of the question ...be my date to prom, please?
Naturally my heart melted and naturally I said yes. So naturally, I spent lunch making out with him.
Naturally.
"Earth to Cleo!" Natasha exclaims and waves a hand in front of me in order to get my attention.
"Geez, why are you so snappy today?" I ask her and she continues to frown at me. "Can't you see what's going on? Principal Regan scheduled prom on the same night we're going to have the festival," she says.
This again.
"The festival ends at five thirty pm, prom starts at seven. There's enough time for everyone to get ready and go to prom," I state the obvious.
"He hired the entire area next to where the festival ends, he's also having professional planners arrange everything instead of the student planning committee we already have at school--"
"Exactly!" I cut her off. "He's aware that all of this is short notice, of course a bunch of high schoolers wouldn't be able to get things done on time.
He probably had a change of heart and feels guilty for all the shady dealings he's been up to and how much of an asshole he's been. We don't know what could have changed since I was last in his office and for all we know, we could be blowing this entire thing out of proportion. This entire event is going to be extravagant and glamourous so clearly he's blowing a lot of money. The school might not even be broke after all," I finish off.
