September 25th hit me in the face because that was the day she died and it was posted about two hours before we planned to meet. It said: Looking forward to the Art Exhibit and Competition at Colonel Park this weekend! I have a chance to win a scholarship! I didn’t know she was an artist. I guess there was a lot I didn’t know about her.
Another tweet posted the day Brooke died made my blood run cold. It said: I’ve made my decision and I’m sticking to it! What was she talking about? I decided to log on to Facebook and look at her Facebook page. As I scanned through her friends, one guy caught my attention because he’d posted on Brooke’s wall several times; he’d made several nice comments about her, and he’d tagged her in a lot of pictures. His name was Scott Harrison, and he went to Mohawk Centennial High School. I needed to find this guy and talk to him.
I logged off the computer and scurried out of the lab. I needed a ride to Mohawk Centennial High School, but I didn’t want to ask Claire, so I decided to ask Stephanie. I sprinted through the hallway, almost knocking over a teacher carrying a handful of supplies. By the time I reached the cafeteria, I was out of breath. I stood in the doorway and was scanning the room when I spotted Claire. She was sitting at a round table with Katie and a bunch of people I didn’t know. She had mascara running down her cheeks, and her long eyelashes were wet from her tears. I watched as all her friends bowed to her, like she was their queen on a throne.
A girl in a pink button down sweater carrying a tray of food walked by with a group of girls, and I overheard her talking about Josh. “Maybe Josh was cheating on Claire with Brooke!” she blurted.
A male voice from behind me said, “I bet he was bangin’ her.”
The thought of that sent a shiver up my spine.
I didn’t see Stephanie, so I turned around and bumped into Mark. “Hey, you.”
“Heyyy.”
“Congratulations on being nominated for homecoming queen.”
I tossed some hair over my shoulder. “Thanks.”
”You’ll definitely get my vote.” He leaned in the doorway. “Speaking of homecoming, would you like to go with me?” He smelled like sweet cologne. I thought about it for a second. Mark is cute and available, so why not?
“Sure.”
“Great,” he said with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, I gotta go, but we’ll talk later.”
“Cool.”
I ran towards the writing center. As I darted past the music wing, I almost knocked over a guy carrying a guitar.
“Hey, watch it!” he shouted.
I whizzed past a big poster that said KEEP CALM AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK when suddenly I thudded into somebody and their bag hit the floor. It was Jessica. I almost didn’t recognize her. She was wearing black track pants and a black Hello Kitty T-shirt. Her hair was scraggly, and she wasn’t wearing any make-up. Her face was pale, and dark circles were under her eyes.
“Where’s the fire?” she said sarcastically as she knelt down and started throwing things back in her purse. She caught me staring at her. “What are you looking at?”
“Jessica? What happened to you? Where have you been?”
“What’s it to you?” she snapped.
I went down on the floor and helped her pick up her stuff as people walked all around us. All of a sudden, an orange medication bottle caught my eye. I picked it up and noticed it was prescribed to her mother. She abruptly grabbed it out of my hand.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“Mind your own business!” she hissed.
I watched as she stormed off, clasping her bag to her chest. I turned around to go to the writing center when I spotted Stephanie coming out of the girls’ bathroom. I darted towards her.
“Stephanie!”
“Hey! What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could give me a ride somewhere.”
“Okay, you really need to get a car,” she said with a wry smile.
“I know, right? Try telling that to my mother.”
“So where do you need to
Another tweet posted the day Brooke died made my blood run cold. It said: I’ve made my decision and I’m sticking to it! What was she talking about? I decided to log on to Facebook and look at her Facebook page. As I scanned through her friends, one guy caught my attention because he’d posted on Brooke’s wall several times; he’d made several nice comments about her, and he’d tagged her in a lot of pictures. His name was Scott Harrison, and he went to Mohawk Centennial High School. I needed to find this guy and talk to him.
I logged off the computer and scurried out of the lab. I needed a ride to Mohawk Centennial High School, but I didn’t want to ask Claire, so I decided to ask Stephanie. I sprinted through the hallway, almost knocking over a teacher carrying a handful of supplies. By the time I reached the cafeteria, I was out of breath. I stood in the doorway and was scanning the room when I spotted Claire. She was sitting at a round table with Katie and a bunch of people I didn’t know. She had mascara running down her cheeks, and her long eyelashes were wet from her tears. I watched as all her friends bowed to her, like she was their queen on a throne.
A girl in a pink button down sweater carrying a tray of food walked by with a group of girls, and I overheard her talking about Josh. “Maybe Josh was cheating on Claire with Brooke!” she blurted.
A male voice from behind me said, “I bet he was bangin’ her.”
The thought of that sent a shiver up my spine.
I didn’t see Stephanie, so I turned around and bumped into Mark. “Hey, you.”
“Heyyy.”
“Congratulations on being nominated for homecoming queen.”
I tossed some hair over my shoulder. “Thanks.”
”You’ll definitely get my vote.” He leaned in the doorway. “Speaking of homecoming, would you like to go with me?” He smelled like sweet cologne. I thought about it for a second. Mark is cute and available, so why not?
“Sure.”
“Great,” he said with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, I gotta go, but we’ll talk later.”
“Cool.”
I ran towards the writing center. As I darted past the music wing, I almost knocked over a guy carrying a guitar.
“Hey, watch it!” he shouted.
I whizzed past a big poster that said KEEP CALM AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK when suddenly I thudded into somebody and their bag hit the floor. It was Jessica. I almost didn’t recognize her. She was wearing black track pants and a black Hello Kitty T-shirt. Her hair was scraggly, and she wasn’t wearing any make-up. Her face was pale, and dark circles were under her eyes.
“Where’s the fire?” she said sarcastically as she knelt down and started throwing things back in her purse. She caught me staring at her. “What are you looking at?”
“Jessica? What happened to you? Where have you been?”
“What’s it to you?” she snapped.
I went down on the floor and helped her pick up her stuff as people walked all around us. All of a sudden, an orange medication bottle caught my eye. I picked it up and noticed it was prescribed to her mother. She abruptly grabbed it out of my hand.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“Mind your own business!” she hissed.
I watched as she stormed off, clasping her bag to her chest. I turned around to go to the writing center when I spotted Stephanie coming out of the girls’ bathroom. I darted towards her.
“Stephanie!”
“Hey! What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could give me a ride somewhere.”
“Okay, you really need to get a car,” she said with a wry smile.
“I know, right? Try telling that to my mother.”
“So where do you need to
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