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side to side nervously.
I guess I couldn’t blame her after what happened.
“Amanda, quit staring at her!” Winter scolded, eyes wide and warning. Brittani let out a strange giggle, which didn’t seem so out of character.
“It’s okay, you can look,” she said, smiling at me sheepishly. “If it were me, I’d want to look too.”
“I’m so sorry, Brittani. We both are,” Winter said, eyeballing me with another warning glance.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m sorry too. I just can’t believe someone tried to…to do that to you.”
Brittani opened her lunch sack, taking out a sandwich and pear for lunch.
“I can,” she suddenly said, looking up at both of us. “And I know who did it.”
My mouth fell open just as a loud scream ripped through the air. Winter jumped back, nearly knocking the entire bench over, backing up from me and the table.
She was pointing at me. Well, not me…but my lunch.
“Y-your s-soup,” she pointed, struggling to get the words out. Brittani’s expression was flat, but she too, was staring at my bowl of soup.
I looked into the bowl. It was alphabet soup. At first I thought maybe there were freaky words spelled out with the letters. I remembered The Killer’s note… Give me an M! Give me a U …
But that’s when I saw it. The tip of an object poking up through the yellow-ish, murky broth. Using my spoon, I lifted the strange object in the air. Horrified, I dropped it, soup sloshing over the sides and metal hitting linoleum with a loud clanking sound.
It was Genevieve’s nose.
Chapter Twenty
More cop cars and sirens. This routine was getting old. Surely, they’ve found some sort of evidence by now to catch this person? I thought, exasperated, staring at a cluster of police officers hovered around the lunchroom table where I’d been sitting.
Students were jammed in the hallway, teachers struggling to keep everyone calm. Finally, Principal Barlow came over the intercom, directing us all to go to the gym.
Like I want to go back to that place, I thought glumly.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Amanda.” It was Dakota, and she slipped her hand in mine. I expected to feel traumatized all over again, but instead, I was getting pissed. Who the hell did this person think he was? If the police don’t find him soon, I will. And when I do…
“Amanda, it’s time to go! We’re all being called to the gym,” Dakota whispered, pulling on my hand.
I followed her reluctantly, Andy and Sydney in our wake. “Where’s Winter?” I asked, suddenly realizing she was gone.
“Who knows? Who cares?” Dakota muttered, pulled on me harder.
“I’m not in the mood for your jealous drama!” I yanked my hand away, leaving Dakota standing there with her mouth wide open. I fought against the traffic, pushing back through the crowds to look for Winter. She was so freaked out about the discovery in my soup bowl, I just wanted to make sure she was all right…
“Winter!” I shouted, foolishly thinking she could hear through the buzz of hyped up students, all talking about the nose incident.
“I think she did it. After all, her dad’s a murderer…” Before I could even tell who said it, I spun around, throwing wild punches.
One of the punches connected with someone’s face.
“Oh my god!” someone next to me screamed. A girl lay on the ground, clutching her mouth and nose. My fist did more than connect…I’d really done some damage. Bright red blood oozed between her fingers as she clutched her injured nose.
The girl stared up at me between fingers, horrified. I recognized her as Blakely, one of the freshman girls on my group team. Shit .
“See, I told you she’s the killer! She’s violent! Somebody go get the police!” Blakely screamed from the floor.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Needless to say, I didn’t make it to tryouts. Not today. And I wouldn’t be at school tomorrow either…
I
I guess I couldn’t blame her after what happened.
“Amanda, quit staring at her!” Winter scolded, eyes wide and warning. Brittani let out a strange giggle, which didn’t seem so out of character.
“It’s okay, you can look,” she said, smiling at me sheepishly. “If it were me, I’d want to look too.”
“I’m so sorry, Brittani. We both are,” Winter said, eyeballing me with another warning glance.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m sorry too. I just can’t believe someone tried to…to do that to you.”
Brittani opened her lunch sack, taking out a sandwich and pear for lunch.
“I can,” she suddenly said, looking up at both of us. “And I know who did it.”
My mouth fell open just as a loud scream ripped through the air. Winter jumped back, nearly knocking the entire bench over, backing up from me and the table.
She was pointing at me. Well, not me…but my lunch.
“Y-your s-soup,” she pointed, struggling to get the words out. Brittani’s expression was flat, but she too, was staring at my bowl of soup.
I looked into the bowl. It was alphabet soup. At first I thought maybe there were freaky words spelled out with the letters. I remembered The Killer’s note… Give me an M! Give me a U …
But that’s when I saw it. The tip of an object poking up through the yellow-ish, murky broth. Using my spoon, I lifted the strange object in the air. Horrified, I dropped it, soup sloshing over the sides and metal hitting linoleum with a loud clanking sound.
It was Genevieve’s nose.
Chapter Twenty
More cop cars and sirens. This routine was getting old. Surely, they’ve found some sort of evidence by now to catch this person? I thought, exasperated, staring at a cluster of police officers hovered around the lunchroom table where I’d been sitting.
Students were jammed in the hallway, teachers struggling to keep everyone calm. Finally, Principal Barlow came over the intercom, directing us all to go to the gym.
Like I want to go back to that place, I thought glumly.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Amanda.” It was Dakota, and she slipped her hand in mine. I expected to feel traumatized all over again, but instead, I was getting pissed. Who the hell did this person think he was? If the police don’t find him soon, I will. And when I do…
“Amanda, it’s time to go! We’re all being called to the gym,” Dakota whispered, pulling on my hand.
I followed her reluctantly, Andy and Sydney in our wake. “Where’s Winter?” I asked, suddenly realizing she was gone.
“Who knows? Who cares?” Dakota muttered, pulled on me harder.
“I’m not in the mood for your jealous drama!” I yanked my hand away, leaving Dakota standing there with her mouth wide open. I fought against the traffic, pushing back through the crowds to look for Winter. She was so freaked out about the discovery in my soup bowl, I just wanted to make sure she was all right…
“Winter!” I shouted, foolishly thinking she could hear through the buzz of hyped up students, all talking about the nose incident.
“I think she did it. After all, her dad’s a murderer…” Before I could even tell who said it, I spun around, throwing wild punches.
One of the punches connected with someone’s face.
“Oh my god!” someone next to me screamed. A girl lay on the ground, clutching her mouth and nose. My fist did more than connect…I’d really done some damage. Bright red blood oozed between her fingers as she clutched her injured nose.
The girl stared up at me between fingers, horrified. I recognized her as Blakely, one of the freshman girls on my group team. Shit .
“See, I told you she’s the killer! She’s violent! Somebody go get the police!” Blakely screamed from the floor.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Needless to say, I didn’t make it to tryouts. Not today. And I wouldn’t be at school tomorrow either…
I
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