Uncle Henry had his arms crossed as he looked at me with his eyebrows arched, and a stern frown on his face. I looked nervously around the living room.
"And where have you been, young lady?" He asked me sternly "and who were those two boys chasing you?"
"uhh..." I mumbled, "You see... long story..."
"I'm all ears."
I started to fidget as I tried to make up something believable.
"Well..." I started " They're my new friends."
"Why were they chasing you"
"Uhh....."
"uhhh..?" He said.
OHMYGOD OHMYGOD. I began to panic. WHAT SHOULD I DO?? I CAN'T LIE TO HIM. THAT'S NOT EVEN THE PROBLEM, I CAN'T EVEN MAKE UP A LIE. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.
Maybe I don't have to lie to him after all... If it's one thing men are afraid of .. it's ....
"UHHH!!!!" I groaned as I clutched my stomach.
Uncle Henry jumped in shock.
"Skye?? What happened ??"
"Uhhh!! " I groaned in pain as I stood up slowly.
"Do I need to call a doctor??" Uncle Henry panicked.
"No..." I wailed " I think it's that time of the month!!!"
Uncle Henry stopped moving. I could see how lost he was. He didn't know what to do. Good.
I clutched my stomach as I an up the stairs, into my room and locked the door.
Phew. That was a close call. I guess Mother Nature's Monthly 'Gift' ame in handy, after all.
I walked towards my MacBook, flipped it open and watched the screen light up.
"Facebook dot com" I mumbled as I typed in address in safari.
I moved my cursor to the search menu and typed in:
Luke Whitlock.
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So, according to Facebook, Luke was born on the 12th of March. Apparently, he's a Pisces. He likes to play basketball and can speak in French, German and English. He is currently 'single' and he has over 10,000 facebook photos. Amazing.
I browsed through his wallposts, mostly game invites from other people when I heard something hit my window. I jumped in my seat and quickly took a pair of scissors on my desk.
Thunk!
There was that noise again! I felt my heart race as I slowly swiveled my chair towards the window. I held my scissors out and proceeded to my window pane. I stood a distance away from my window and tried to look outside. It was pitch dark.
I grabbed a flashlight from the bed side desk and flashed it outside. I saw a shadow moving behind a tree outside. Slowly, I opened my window.
"Wh-Who's there?!!!" I yelled. "Sh-Show yourself!!"
A figure emerged from the trees and I quickly flashed the light in that direction.
"AAHH!!!" It groaned as it clutched it's eyes, " SKYE!!! STOP IT!!!"
I narrowed my eyes and saw the familiar shade of brown.
"WHAT THE HELL LUKE ??" I yelled " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??"
"AAHH!! SKYE!!! THE LIGHT!!!" He groaned.
"TELL ME !!" I demanded.
"LIGHHHTTT!!!!" He moaned.
"TELL ME OR I'LL FLASH T IN YOUR EYES!!" I roared.
"OKAY!! OKAY!!!" He yelled " I CAME HERE TO GET INFORMATION FOR THE BIOGRAPHY!!!"
"WERE YOU STALKING ME???" I yelled.
"THE LIGHT!!!" He groaned.
I switched off the flashlight.
"WERE YOU?!!!" I yelled.
"Just gathering information."
"URGH!!! STALKER!!! "
That's it. I'm making Mr.Henderson reassign me a new partner tomorrow!!
"Skye..." He called out.
I grabbed a book from my bed and flung it at him.
Thud!
"OW!!!" I heard Luke groan " WHAT THE HELL ,SKYE?!!"
"REVENGE!! NOW GO AWAY!!!" I screeched.
I shut my window, locked it and closed the curtains.
Stupid Luke. Stupid new school. Dammit. Dammit . Dammit.
I crossed my arms and jumped on my bed. I felt around for my diary, but found nothing.
Maybe I hid it in my drawer.
I sprinted towards my drawer and dug through it.
"Uh oh uh oh uh oh... Please no .." I begged.
It wasn't there.
"Crap."
I think I may have just thrown my diary outside my window.
At Luke Whitlock.
Shit.
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Author's Notes:
:D UPDATE! Hoping to see what Fleur does for the next chapter~~~~~~~~ :D OH!!!! And, sorry for cussing in this chapter :3 Keep reading! and don't forget to comment and vote!
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Elle
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Heart of Glass
AdventureEverything has a past. For Skylar Veirtel, it's a past that wants to be forgotten. But then again, history always finds a way back doesn't it?
