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Incomplete chapter 9

Incomplete: Nine.

     The next morning i had just as much trouble getting up. This time i woke to an alarm clock beeping, and i threw it to the floor grumpily. When it didn't shut up, i was forced to get out of bed and turn it off.

     I bet that's what mom was hoping would happen.

     The only reason i didn't mope back under the covers was the thought that popped into my head the moment i looked around my room, remembering yesterday's events. I got to see Lyssa today.

     I opened my closet and looked around for the best clothes i had that still suited my style, and didn't look like i was actually trying.

     I decided upon a dark blue pair of skinny jeans and a black belt with neon green squares running all along it. Searching for a shirt, i took out my black tanktop. Then i grabbed my plaid black, light green, and white polo and wore that over it, unbuttoned.

     I grabbed my music socks - courtesy of DEB - and slipped on my purple Converse. Then i trotted my way down the stairs, listening to the clinking of my bronze heart necklace. The one i never took off.

     Mom wasn't there today. She probably got up early, not wanting to deal with dad - or me, for that matter - on the start of her "fine morning". Whatever.

     I grabbed some bread, popped it in the toaster, and when it came out i buttered it and ate it while watching the clock. It wasn't nearly time to go to school, but when i was done, i decided to get a move-on anyway. What's there to lose by getting there a little early, after all?

     Well, besides my sanity, that is. I'd die of boredom.

     So at 6:45am i ran out the door.

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     One of the perks at arriving at school at 7:03, right after the doors open? There's no one else around. They're all either on the bus, or in the case of most of my friends, still sleeping. They always end up waiting till last minute, and school starts at 7:45. So why hurry, right?

     I actually skipped all the way down to my locker, enjoying the bounce of my hair as i did so. It looked pretty good today, and i was feeling confident.

     I stopped in my tracks when i saw my locker.

     Khellie.

     It took all the courage i had - and another 5 minutes, at the least - to muster up the guts to stroll over there like nobody's business.

     I approached my locker, and she was fiddling with a paper in her hands. Her streak-black hair hung in waves, barely reaching the small of her back. She was wearing pants that stopped in the middle of her shins, because she had decided to roll them up. Her light blue and black Etnies were as worn-down as i remembered them being, and i almost smiled.

     Same old Khellie.

     "Hey, can i get to my locker?" I asked as nicely as i could manage. Khellie looked up at me in surprise, nearly putting her hand to her heart. I chuckled lightly as she moved to one side.

     "Umm, i'm...sorry," she mumbled. I grabbed the lock and slung my brown bag over from my left shoulder where the strap layed.

     "It's cool," I told her as i began to turn it. I ended up randomly spinning it around. I couldn't think straight with her right there. Eventually i gave up and turned to face her. "Khellie, what are you doing here?"

     She looked at her feet first. I sighed, and she connected her eyes with mine.

     Those brown eyes that had more depth than i've ever seen on anyone. More secrets than i would ever be able to handle with my weak mind.