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    Masked façade – (Chapter: Decisions)

    "Geez Mandy, are you feeling okay?" Alyssa whispered to me while the teacher was giving some stupid lecture. I looked at her with my leg bouncing up and down, and continuously tapping my pencil on the desk.

     

    "Come with me to the station after school," was all I managed to get out before the teacher interrupted.

               

    "I know you’re famous and all Mandy, but is it really necessary to talk while I’m teaching the other students. Unlike you, some students need to learn so they can pursue a more academically useful career," Mr. Fredrick said in an irritated voice. He never did like me for some reason. I think it’s probably because he is jealous of my hot body oozing with talent.

     

    "Lay off the cake, Fredrick. It’ll do you good," I replied dropping my pencil, and looking at him with a ‘fuck you’ face.

     

    "Principal’s office. Now!" he shouted with a bright red face.

     

    I gathered my belongings and leaned over towards Alyssa. "Meet me at the front after Fredrick finishes killing people," I whispered as I walked out the door.

     

    x~o~x~o~x~o

     

    So lucky for me, the principal loves me, and hates Fredrick. I basically spent the rest of the period having a Tetris match with him while getting a sugar high. You’re probably thinking why I’m not taking the whole witness a murder thing seriously, but honestly I am. Every time I see someone with blue eyes, the murderer’s blue-green eyes pop in my head. In corners of classrooms and hallways, I see flashes of him standing there and watching me. I try to pretend nothings wrong to cover my fear.

     

    "Can I just say you’re one lucky bitch for leaving Fredrick’s class early. My ears felt like they were bleeding from his irritating voice," Lyss said walking pass me and towards my car. I pushed off the wall I was leaning on and followed her towards my car while rolling my eyes.

     

    "He seriously needs to get laid," I replied hopping into the driver’s seat.

     

    "I bet you he’s still a virgin," Lyss said while flipping through radio stations. I nodded my head, and drove to the station.

    x~o~x~o~x~o

     

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