Beatriz's POV

           "Bea, please be careful out there. You never know what's hiding in the darkness," Emily pleads. "I'll be fine," I insist. "I walk this road every day. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't died yet!"

           "Alright, fine, I get it, you're hardcore," she sighs tiredly. I wink at her. "Just be careful, Bea," Emily yells as I strut off.

           "Sorry Felicia, me and my blonde bangs can't hear you from up here!", I holler back. "Well now, I guess I won't warn you about all the dangers out there!"

          "Thanks!", I shout in reply, ending the conversation. Emily's different now. I can't put my finger on it, but ever since "the incident", she's changed. We used to have fun; drink, go to parties, all that high life shit. Now, Emmy's more serious than my mother, the definition of a total buzzkill. Whatever. If I get home late, my parents are going to put me up for adoption. Again! 

Jasira's POV

      "Oh gross," I mumble as I reluctantly suck down the cafeteria "food." Just my luck. Bea has a doctor's appointment, and I'm alone. I sigh. What's the difference? I'm always alone.

       "How you doin' Julissa?", a deep, hoarse voice asks me. I look up, switching out my resting B face for an iron clad stare. "It's Jasira, John." "Not anymore, Julissa," John replies. I swear he would be dead by now if there weren't any cameras. "What do you want?", I question in exasperation.

         "Darling, sweetheart, my de- "Sorry to interrupt, but could you give me a dime for every name you just dropped? I'm in the mood for a nice, three-story yacht, with a captain, a crew, and a secret room for my jewelry."

         I smirk. The expression on his face is priceless. "Anyway," John begins smoothly, "you're the biggest prankster in the school." "And I am proud to have the claim to my title," I cut him off, having the time of my life. "As I was saying," he continues, "you are the schoolwide prankster, and you despise Emily Granger, don't you?" "Of course."

        "Then I have a proposal for you." "What kind of proposal?" I ask. Never trust anyone at Linden Academy. I learned that the hard way. "Meet me at the park, tomorrow, noon," John mutters. "Skipping school? But that would be wrong," I say, gazing at him innocently.

        "Very funny, Julissa," he chuckles, "very funny." He picks up his tray and walks off. What did I just get myself into?

~ROSE

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