INTEGRITY CODE.

Chapter 4. Meet Mercy.

Tracy's POV.

After that unfortunate event, Tracy headed to back to her evening classes.  She pushed it out of my mind. Like it never happened. I mean even the boys had made clear of it and shook hands, right?

They were buddies now right?

Right?

So whom am I to say that it will happen again. This is a huge institution, it's not like I will ever see  them again

Right?

The first lesson after the lunch period was History, something she dreaded. Had she paid enough attention on the study of past events, she would have noticed one of the guys from before seated two rows behind.

The last lesson was Chemistry.
As odd as would sound Chemistry was her best subject. She loved playing with chemicals.

Literally.

It was fascinating how a simple mixture would literary blow up a classroom, say History class. The mere thought made her smile.

After the lessons she headed back to her house. It was a simple cover house that actually served as an actual home to done two retired couple. They were kind enough to let both Tracy said Marco live with them without making it seem like part of their job. The wife had been placed as a senior clerk in some big company. Her main work was to fiddle with documents and letters. The husband was stationed at a paper printing company.
Marco hadn't arrived yet. No one had. She went to her room. A message beeped in her phone.

'My house ASAP'

Mercy is my best friend. She has been at GreekOak Institution longer than I. She was the first person I got to know since I got to GreenOak. That was after she offered me her plate of food as I couldn't figure out how things went here. That was enough for us to start bonding.

Their home wasn't far from school. In ten minutes I was there. I rang her bell and Mrs. Rhodes answered with a huge smile on here face.
"Tracy, how nice of you to visit us. Mercy is up in her room." She said sweetly.

I entered and made the ascent up the stairs. I found her seated on her bed deeply focused in her laptop. One would think she was studying. But I knew her better. She rarely studied, but all the same held a clear record of good performance at school.

"Hey Tracy, didn't see you come in. Have a seat." She patted on the bed beside her. "I need some help picking some  designs for decorations."

"You holding a party or something?" I asked.

"No dummy, it's for the Prom." She answered.

"Oh, yeah. That one. I forgot about that." I recalled.

"You forgot? It's a Prom for goodness' sake. Happens once an year. You should start getting ready for it."

I have never been to a Prom before. As a matter of fact I've never been to any party before.
"There's still time for dress shopping, when is it again?" I asked.
She gave me a look, a ' did-you-seriously-forget-that kind of look.
"I didn't forget it, honestly. It is in a month's time." I recalled.

"It is at the end of this month, dummy. Just two weeks to go." She corrected. "Have it ever occurred to you that you suffer from that forgetting illness. What do you call it? Amnesia?"

"Am not suffering from Amnesia. People forget you know. A great mind once said that forgetfulness is actually a sign of higher intelligence." I quoted rather happily. I smirked at her.

"Ha! Just say that. The day you forget everything in an exam you'll definitely be cursing whoever said that." She smirked back.  I stuck out a tongue at her. She only smiled back.
She was adorable. . That's why I liked her, sweetly unbearable.

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