Chapter 4
Wren pictured above^
Amara P.O.V.
I dash into the bathroom only to find Skylyn crouched above the sink, tears streaming down her face.
"Whats wrong, Did I do something?" I say trying to put on my best concerned voice.
"No you didn't do anything, You just know exactly how my feelings are for Wren and here you eye kissing him right in front of me! But you know all is good!" She screams, her anger echoing off the tile walls.
All the sudden a stall swings open and a freshman runs out of the bathroom, not even bothering to wash her hands.
"I'm sorry, He had a question that's it. Its not like were gonna get married tommorow."
She stares at me, and I think I see her eye twitch.
"Well you might as well, Bye Amara, have fun at the dance."
She storms out of the bathroom and scurries into the crowd of people zooming to get to their next class, meaning lunch is over.
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I stop at my locker and my contest packet falls out, which I had nearly forgotten about. Since it's my free period I take the packet and read it over, and to my surprise the whole "fantastic experience" as they described it, is funded by the company. I pull out a pen from my book bag and got ready to sign up.
Please write your first and last name in the boxes below,
Easy first task. I write my name in my best manuscript handwriting I can manage.
Please check which artist you would like to visit for a year.
I look at the list carefully and honestly none of them are my type. So I do my usual 'cant decide' tactics and close my eyes, swivel my hand across the paper and which ever one it lands on is the one I'm choosing. I stop my hand and open my eyes. My pen hovers directly above a check box that reads, One Direction.
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I have no idea why those random letters and numbers are popping up!!
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