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ProLogue

The day started out normal. I sat in the back of my science class, wishing for the bell to ring so I could go to my favorite class of the day, art. I love to draw. Landscapes, sunsets, flowers, portraits, photographs, anything. And my friends  say I'm not half bad. I wish I believed them. They tell me the good things in my art, but it seems the whole world other than my four friends tell me all the bad. The uneven lines, mismatched colors, paint in the border, all of it is shown to me by my parents, my teachers, my peers, everyone. The world and the universe hate me. Or at least I thought...
"So Scarlett, are you ready?" My teacher, Ms. Blanskie, looked at me.
"Uhhh, for what, exactly?" I stuttered.
"The pop quiz? I've been warning you about it all week? Ring a bell?" She asked exasperated.
Was that today? Dang... I was going to study. Oops. I can always retake it, right?
Ms. Blanskie started handing tests out and said,"Remember, no retakes, no cheating, no phones, no friends, and definitely no talking!" No retakes! This was insane!
She passes out the tests and the room went silent. I'm so dead.
About 30 minutes later the timer went off signaling the end of the test.
We walk up and hand out papers to her. After that we have free time for a few minutes until the bell rang. My next hour was history. My dad taught us. Mr. Calderwell. I sit in the front row next to one of my friends Ashley. Behind me is another friend Alex. He's funny and absolutely adores me and Ash. Behind Ash there is an empty seat. Bradley who uses to sit there moved last Tuesday. He now lives in Chicago. That's a longs ways away from Smithfield Utah. Yeah, that's where we live. You probably haven't even heard of us. We are pretty small. I'm thirteen and go to White Pine Middle School. We love it here. But anyway, yeah enough about me. Let's not talk about my history and focus on the historical events that were about to take place.