I woke up to the sound of an engine revving. I jumped to my feet, wrapped the blanket around my body, and walked out to my balcony. Down in the driveway I could see Anna getting her car ready for work. She looked up and smirked.
"Look who decided to wake up this morning!" she called.
"Hey! I was tired in all my defense." I defended.
"Yea well your tiredness made you miss the bus so do you want me to give you a ride?" she offered.
"No I think it's warm enough for me to walk. Just keep your phone on." I warned.
She hopped into her car and called out to me.
"You sure? Last chance....." she mentioned.
"It's ok. I'll walk." I laughed.
"Fine." she sighed dramatically.
I watched her as her silver Mazda drive away. Time to get ready for school. I ran into my room and picked out an outfit. I decided to be a little fancy. I wore a long purple blouse with lace at the top, black skinny jeans, and my black Vans. I let my short brown curly hair fall loose on the right side of my head. I brushed my teeth, grabbed a waffle and headed out with my book bag and supplies. On the walk there I felt like someone was following me. As I turned around there was nothing there. I decided to walk to school faster.
The hallways were huge and empty. Where am I even going? I don't know where the office is. As I turned a corner I bumped into someone.
"I am so sorry." I apologized.
"It's okay I was being clumsy. You're not from here are you?" she questioned..
"Yea I am from the US." I explained.
"Cool. I can tell by your accent." she beamed.
"Yea. Hi. I'm Tavi." I said.
"Hi Tavi, I'm Kaylie." she introduced.
"Um...can you help me with something?" I asked.
"Yeah what is it?" she offered.
"Can you guide me to the main office?" I asked.
"Sure." she accepted.
We walked down the long hallways. As I peered into one of the classes I heard something that made us jump. A body slamming into a locker. I looked at Kaylie and she shook her head at me. Before thinking, I dashed around the corner.
"Tavi!" she called.
My whole body accidentally collided with some else's as I turned back around. It was the bully's. Uh oh. I looked as his victim scampered down the hall with a scared look on his face. The bully watched the victim, too.
"Hey! Watch it dumba-" he stopped when he saw me.
My legs failed me as I tried to get up, only to fall back down again. He laughed and offered a hand. I cautiously took it and he hauled me up off the cold tiled floor.
"Why hello beautiful." he said winking at me.
I rolled my eyes turning around to walk away only to be met by his arm blocking my escape route.
"Where you going so fast?" he asked.
I avoided looking in his eyes. He would tell I am about to lie.
"Um...I have to get to class." I said.
"But you haven't gotten your schedule yet." he said smirking.
"How did you kn-" I caught his bluff.
He didn't know until I questioned him. I mentally slapped myself and he continued talking to me.
"What is a pretty American like you doing in England?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes at his attempt to flirt with me. Suddenly, I heard another voice.
"Edward!" it called.
"Wait here." he instructed.
I nodded as he walked away. First chance I got, I bolted over to where Kaylie was looking for me.
"Let's get to the office. Now." I instructed.
"Okay." she said in a worried tone.
We rushed our way through the halls until she stopped me in front of a big room.
"Here we are." she said.
"Thanks." I thanked.
"No problem." she said as I stepped in the room.
"See ya at lunch." she said.
"Okay bye." I said walking in.
She's back?! I am so glad she doesn't remember me. The others know what will happen when she finds out. If she finds out. I have plans to make sure she never finds out. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to young Taviet would we? I walked back to class with Harry.
"Are you sure it was her?" he asked worried.
"Positive. Same voice. Same face, but she changed her hairstyle. It's darker brown." he said.
"What are we going to do?" he questioned.
"Don't worry. All we have to do is make sure Marcel doesn't let his guilty conscious get the best of him. I would hate to wipe his memory again. Remember what dad said: If they need three memory wipes it's time to get them out of our way. We must bring her to him. At all costs. Then we are in the clear." I explained.
"Who put you in charge?" he challenged.
Within seconds I had him pinned against the locker with his arm in breaking position.
"Wanna ask that again?" I threatened.
He shook his head.
"Thought so." I laughed.
"What if Marcel falls in love with her again? Remember what happened last time? It didn't end so well." he asked.
"Then we have to keep him away from her." I declared.
"Poor Marcel. Why did we have to drag him into this? He was just our innocent little brother." Harry pouted.
"Oh shut up. He was the one who wanted to know why he had strange abilities." I blamed.
Harry rolled his eyes and we walked into our class.
"Two-thirds. You are late. That's another detention this week." Mr.Preston scolded.
That's what he calls Harry and me.
"Whatever." I hissed.
"Ok." Harry said.
We sat in the back of the room. As I was carving my name into the desk I heard the teacher speak up.
"Class I would like you to meet a new classmate." he started.
No. Oh sh*t.
"Ms. Taviet Americus. Please take your seat." he said.
She nodded and looked around for an empty seat. She sat in between Harry and me. Out of all the seats in the class!! Well, this is going to be a long class.
“Okay class… what’s the square root of 624 times 18 minus 3.91?” he asked while writing it on the board. He then started laughing to himself. “Woops… I gave you the wrong problem. This is supposed to be for the Advanced Algebra classes. My bad.” He has a sick sense of humor. It’s funny sometimes, but not now. A second later, Taviet raised her hand. “Um… Ms. Americus?”
“That’s easy… 445.73.” she answered. We all gave her a confused stare.
“How did you- Anyways take out your textbooks to page 413 and do numbers 9-62.” he instructed. While I was pretending to do my work, Mr. Preston called up Taviet. What are they talking about? I poked Harry’s side.
“What?” he asked annoyed.
“What are they talking about?” I asked. He paid close attention for a few minutes before she left with a slip of paper.
“He is moving her to a more advanced class. Ms. Olson.”
“Doesn’t Marcel have that class.”
“Mr. Styles’s I advise you to keep it quiet or else you’ll get another lunch detention.” he scolded. I rolled my eyes and continued to doodle in my notebook. Marcel better not screw up this time.