Chapter Thirteen - 'nervous and paraniod'

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I scanned behind me, was there any sign of 'Nat'? Most importantly who was Nat and what did they know about me? Obviously I didn't have any idea what they could know about me, all I knew was: it could destroy my life and they knew it.

I sighed and turned around. Was this even blackmail? I was uncertain of what Nat wanted.

I returned to my friends, all of them were there; all 13 of them. Excitedly Hannah approached me, "who was 'Nat'?" She asked.
"Oh... They never turned up..." I lied.
"Coward!" Jeered Maddy.

'I can see you...'

I nervously bit my lip. "Are you okay?" Charlotte asked under her breath whilst pulling me aside.
I forced a smile, "I'm great!"
I was not great. I was nervous and paranoid.

"Did anything happen?" Charlotte persisted, "did 'Nat' actually turn up, but you didn't want to say?"
"Of course not, I wouldn't have hidden it." I assured her, "I'm just starting to cope."
"Blame it on amnesia, you coward!" My conscience yelled at me.

The day was over before I knew it. The time to collect the other note was nearing.

As calmly as I could I rushed to the gate and spotted a blue piece of paper, crammed underneath the open metal gate. I sighed and subtly picked it up as if I had dropped I int he first place.

Adria was running late, thankfully, so I continued to them open the note.

'Vienna,

Congrats, you can follow simple instructions. You kept calm when Charlotte sussed that something was up. I wouldn't keep blaming it on amnesia though, people won't buy that forever.

On the subject of your amnesia I think it's time for you to discover a secret about yourself.

Last year a girl caught you in the back of her photo. You looked terrible. After she giggled continuously at it, you decided to check out what was so hilarious. The girl displayed the photo to you, to which you asked forcibly for her to delete it.
She told you she wasn't afraid of mean girl queen bees.
She had made the wrong choice, as you whipped the phone out of her grasp and strutted to the girls toilets. Teasingly you held the phone over the toilet until the girl caught up and when she did, you dropped it.

Why am I telling you this, you wonder?

This is only a small piece of disgusting information I know about you. Trust me, it worsens.

To buy my silence you have to stop being friends with Hannah, she's a loose cannon.

Laters,
Nat.'

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