Published on August 24, 2014
make her think that she’s one of us. Then when she thinks that she’s with us, we’ll break her like a stick. “My plan is just genius isn’t it?” I say to my friends. "Yeah, it's just totes genius." "Aren't all of your plans?" I nod in satisfaction. "Great, Step 1 to lure in our prey is completed. ---------------------------------------------------------- Monday Morning - Kathryn's POV 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15. 20. 25. 30. 30 minutes I have waited for Hayley to get here. History is halfway finished and she hasn't showed up. I know she isn't sick, otherwise she would have called me. And she definitely isn't skipping. Hayley wouldn't even dream of it. I should know, I've known her since birth. Once Mr. Smith finally stops droning on, I leap out of my seat and run to the corridor, searching for her. She's not there. I jog to the library. Not there. Sprint to the bathrooms. Not there. I become frantic and start running around the school, pushing random doors open. I look like a madman that has escaped the mental hospital, but I keep going because Hayley is my everything. My heart starts beating faster. What if she was kidnapped? After two long hours, I have to stop and take a puff from my inhaler. I take slow, deep breaths and try to calm down. My doctor said if I take it too far, I'll have an asthma attack again. I had one when I was eight, and let me tell you it was the worst experience ever. The panic I felt. My throat feeling clogged...And then the darkness. I cannot go back. I start walking out to the carpark to get my other inhaler in my car. I've missed a whole class and lunch, and I feel sick and defeated. As I walk closer to my car, I hear laughing. Not just anyone's laugh. Hayley's laugh. And what is she doing you ask? She's smoking. Hayley's POV I laugh as I watch Ashley do tricks with the smoke. I know what your thinking. How stupid am I for hanging around cigarettes. But honestly, some of the people here are cool. Plus people talk to me and act like I'm one of them. Ashley and her gang smiles. She holds out the cigarette. "Here, now you try." My throat tightens. "What?...Uh..no..It's OK." I mumble. "C'mon!" Ashley insists. "It's fun. Really. Unless your scared." she smirks. I chew on my lip as I think. I can't let them think I'm scared. I have to do this. Plus, it's just one smoke. What's the worst that can happen? I grab the cigarette and breath it in. And swallow. I start to cough and wheeze as everyone bursts out laughing. "Your supposed to outhale, you idiot!" someone shots out. Suddenly out of all the loud, laughing voices, a booming voice outshouts all the others. "HAYLEY JANICE CARTWRIGHT! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING!!" All our heads swivel over to Kathryn's familiar voice. She is breathing hard, and her face is red with anger. My mouth drops and I am speechless. "I..uh..." She strides over to me, grabs my hand and pulls me over to her car. I brace myself, getting ready for her to blow up. And as expected, she does. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU?! I THOUGHT YOU'D BEEN KIDNAPPED!! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING BACK THERE, HAYLEY?!" "Hey, hey calm down. I was just chilling. But I'm sorry. I really am." I give Kathryn my best puppy dog eyes, knowing that she'll forgive me in no time. And as expected, she sighs before giving me a hug. Kathryn's POV Hayley gives me her best puppy dog eyes after apologizing. I sigh and pull her into a hug. I can never stay mad at her for long. But something feels..off. I push her back and hold her at arms length before peering at her clothing. My eyes widen. "Hayley! What are you wearing!" All Hayley usually wears are leggings and hoodies. But today, she's wearing denim shorts, a crop top and... contacts?! Where are her glasses?! Hayley shrugged. "Ashley thought I needed a makeover." "Hayley, you don't need a makeover. Your beautiful just the way you are." Hayley rolled her eyes. "Kathryn don't be stupid, did you not see me before all this?" she said gesturing to her body. "I was a freak, but now, I look totes adorbs." I gasp. She even sounds like the populars. "Gotta go" she says. "TTYL!" TTYL? What in the world is that? Before she's out of earshot, I yell out to her "Sit with me at lunch?"...But she doesn't answer.