Living the Homestuck Life

Living the Homestuck Life ~ 8

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Because the studies of high school are so unpredictable. ><

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I will hurry this part to go in to the climax. Just need to handle somethings first. 

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Chapter 8

-Angela's P.O.V-

You saw your best friend scream bloody murder, her eyes wide, her hands wrapping her neck. You couldn't move, you were slightly shaking from the scene you are now seeing. Dave was staring at Rebecca from behind, his mouth gape. 

'What is wrong with her?' you wondered. 

She closed her mouth and sudden realization hit her face. She looked around the room, every student staring at her as if she was a crazy person. Rebecca stood up and ran out of the classroom. 

"Wait! Becca," You yelled. 

Mrs. McGee stopped you, holding onto your shoulder.  She shook her head. "Let me handle this," she said. 

She opened the grayish-navy blue door without glancing back to her class. She closed the door behind her to go find Rebecca.

The class began to whisper and talk to each other like little school girls gossiping. All the conversations about Rebecca and the incident.

"Did she see how her face was?" or "Her eyes looked really weird."

The most stupidest things you heard. You hate gossipers or big mouths. However, you like when they say it to your face. If no face, then those people better get out of YOUR face before you beat the shit out of them. 

"Welp," You sighed and slid slowly down her chair. Maggie turned around, her face showed worried and nervousness,"Hopefully she is okay," 

"Yeah. She seemed pretty, well, frightened." you bit your lip. You turned your head to see Dave sitting their with the same emotionless face he always wore. However, something was different, his eye brows compressed together and his leg was bopping up and down nervously. 

"Heh," you smirked. You raised your body up so you can go back to sitting down. You poked Maggie's arm. Maggie, your friend, turned around glancing back at you. 

"Look," you slightly pointed at Dave so he wouldn't notice.

"What?" she asked shrugging.

"Dave!" you quietly yelled at her. It was kind of weird. A yelling type of whisper . . .huh.