Chapter Thirty-Nine: Girl On Fire

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Song for the chapter - Girl on Fire (Naya Rivera 'Glee' Cover)

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Song for the chapter - Girl on Fire (Naya Rivera 'Glee' Cover)


*NOTE: it is now Mid-October in this book*

We are so close to finding out the truth I'm SO nervous...

We are so close to finding out the truth I'm SO nervous

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Chapter Thirty Nine: Girl On Fire

"Aunt Em, is this really necessary?" I whined, looking at her with pleading eyes that begged 'stop now!'

"Of course it's necessary." She convinced, and her eyes went back to an awkward Art standing in the hallway, hands in his jean pockets.

After I watched two episodes of Haikyu with Aidan and Selena, I went upstairs to my room to do a bit of studying before Art picked me up. I had French homework that I left incomplete the entire week, which only took me about twenty minutes.
After I decided to take a shower, I changed into a pair of beige corduroy pants and a tan-coloured cable knit sweater. I put my golden-brown hair into a quick bun on the top of my head.

I heard the doorbell ring, and immediately threw on the first shoes my hands fished out of my closet. Which were an old pair of black and white converse I bought almost three summers ago.

I rushed down the stairs to find that Aunt Em had already opened the door, to reveal Art with a nervous look on his face. He wore a black, white, and baby blue Argyle-patterned sweater, over a white collared-shirt. The bottom of his rigid white-washed jeans were rolled up in a fashionable style, his glossy dark chestnut brown hair, a fluffy style on his head.

His eyes immediately sparkled when he caught sight of me at the bottom of the stairs.

I smiled at him politely, walking past Aunt Em to go through the front door. But that's when she stopped me with her hand on my elbow.

"And just where do you think you're going?" She questioned, and I frowned.

"Out." I briefly said, and removed her grip on my elbow. I aimed for the door, but she stopped me again. I looked back at her, to catch sight of a small scowl on her face. Aunt Em's eyes drifted to Art still standing awkwardly at our door frame, and she crossed her arms.

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