"Hey, Madge Marie?" I stare at his face. What did I do? I care now. I'm only supposed to love...him. Not this guy! What happened to my plan? "You in there?"
"Yeah," I say, staring at the ground. I don't understand. Seriously, what happened. "Yeah." I say once more for reassurance.
"Are you sure?" He questions, but I look to the left, away from his face. Avoiding his worried stare. What's happened to me? I thought I was going to do this, and come out the same. Come back still completely loving him. I had this plan. The plan that could save- no. We're NOT bringing that topic up. No asking, questioning or pressuring. This is a secret. And I'm dying to tell. You seem okay. Just, don't tell anyone? This is confidential. Let me start over. So it makes sense. So you don't think I'm crazy. But I highly doubt your gonna change your mind. Here. This is a once in a million story. So listen up. There's no going back.
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3 MONTHS EARLIER
I bite my lip, as my leg bobs up and down. I chew off what is left of the nail on my thumb. I can't stand this! The worrying, the waiting, but mainly, just living.
My name, is Madge Marie Anna Louise. I am an 18 year old senior attending at Meadow High School. My talents, well, I have, none really. Endangering people is a habit, I guess. But, I have no friends. I'm the girl who sits on the back of your classroom staring off into space, and never being caught sleeping on her desk. I'm the girl who's books are knocked out of her hands and onto the floor, scattered. But you don't notice me crawling around picking them up, and you just walk around the mess of pages.
I, was noticed by one person. My dad was working on a project for work with one of his co-workers. She was lovely. Nichole Giana Holton. Once, she had brought her son. Daniel Andrew Holton. He was mainly quiet and sketched on his large note pad. I once glanced over his shoulder to see what in the world could capture his attention so well. As I peered, I saw that the picture... well, was of me. I gasped and he threw the note pad away from him, almost jumping out of his chair. I had giggled, and complimented his drawing.
"The drawing looked just like me," I stated, awed.
"I observe a lot," he explained.
"Everyone or just me?" I asked.
"Maybe," he answered. I shake my head playfully, at his confusing answer.
"I love the drawing," I didn't want our conversation to end. "Its beautiful."
"Just like the person whom the picture is of," he smiled sheepishly at me. My face gets warm, and I smile slightly.
I guess you could say that that was the start of a relationship, and if you do, you're wrong. I've had a huge crush on him forever, but he's made it pretty clear he doesn't like me like that. He has a girlfriend anyways. My worst enemy, Macie Maggee. We started out as friends, but when I found out she was dating Daniel, we immediately stopped hanging out. That was about in the eleventh grade. And also when my life was turned around by a text.
'Hey. This is going to be fast. I need money. And you're the key to be getting it. Meet me at the café downtown, and we'll talk.'
My heart had skipped, and made me frightened. I told Daniel about it, and he said not to go. But I felt the urge to, something about it made me want to. To this day, I'm not sure why. But another one sent.
'You know me. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need your help. If you don't believe me, don't come. But I swear if you don't.'
So, I went.
"Madge Marie," he greeted.
"Who are you?" I asked keeping my distance.
