Becoming Kelly

School lunch

So, I left some sort of clue of what will be happening in the next book in the series. I'm not exactly saying that this book is over. We're only 1/3 of the way through. Not sure if anyone caught the clue. Clues will start popping up more often. The prologue for the next book will be up around 2/3 of the way through this book. The prologue is already written as well as a few chapters.

On another note, My writers block is gone. I will be updating more often. Usually in between work or sleep or whatever it is i'm doing.

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I'm sitting in a classroom. The classroom is designed to occupy 30 students. I am the 31st student. Nothing is more welcoming to someone new then sitting by the teachers desk. Theres a small 10*3 spot that contains no paperwork on her desk. The teacher had cleared the space for me. Her name is Mrs.Hanson. She wears red lip stick and black high heeled boots.

She was upset that all I had was a pencil on my person. So she shoved her paper work off of the edge of one side of her desk. I have a pink mechanical pencil. That's the only possession I have. Oh! and the two dollars Delia handed me for lunch. It's nestled in my bra. When I had placed it in there earlier, Its stiff sides poked at my breast. Now, well now its probably plastered to my breast due to all the perspiration-

"Miss.Kelly, Can you read page 85. Just that side" She says as she moves her finger up and down a column on the page. I clear my voice as a knock on the door steals my attention.

Mrs.Hanson walks over to the door. She has a whisper conversation with who ever is at the door. She turns and her eyes meet mine. "Miss.Hart your attendance is required in the counselor's office."

I pick up my pencil and walk past Mrs.hanson. "I will be seeing you on Tuesday Miss.Hart. Always be mindful of the schools rotation schedule." Mrs.Hanson says as she closes her classroom door. I turn around to see who my escort is.

This boy had pitch black hair and honey brown eyes. His skin was lightly tanned. Almost like that was his actual skin color. His cheeks were red. His face remained impassive. His cheeks must be that color...

"I'm Mace." He said, taking his hand out to shake mine. He is tall. Six feet and a few inches I guess.

"I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you. Is Mace is short for Mason?"

"Ha! I wish! It's short for Massiel(sidenote: mace like the spray and an L. May-ss-L )."

"I'm going to go out on a limb here; you don't like your name very much."

"You don't miss a beat, do ya Kelly?"

I shook my head. "Ehhh. I'm not that bad at playing instruments. Get It? Huh huh? I'm not that bad at instruments So I don't miss a beat."

Mace laughs. "She has jokes! Corny jokes. But jokes all the same. I like you already." mace shakes his head and looks at me with an amused expression. "Sheesh new girl is into corny jokes. I'll keep that stored up here." He says, pointing to his head. "After you my lady." He opens the door to the counselors door. I Smile up at Mace and walk inside.

I hear the door close behind me. I look toward mace as I hear him address someone else.

"Dude." I look over mace's shoulder and see Ethan.

"Mace, the man of the hour. Student of the year."

Mace wiped his hand down his face. He looked embarrassed. "Don't remind me. I mean seriously what teacher nominated me for that?"

"No, I think it was genuine." He looks over at me like he just noticed me. "What can I do for you both?" He says looking at us back and forth.

"I picked up the uh- student I was assigned today."