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Chapter One

"Hurry up Wynter, or you'll be late for school!"

"I'm coming!" I yelled back, mentally rolling my eyes at my mom's words. I quickly finished up my light makeup and slammed my bedroom door shut.

"Why on Earth do you wait until the last second to get ready?" Mom questioned as I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl that sat at the center of the table.

I shrugged. "It helps me to rush?"

She shook her head, hiding a slight smile. "Whatever you say, Wynnie. Whatever you say."

I wrapped my mom in a quick hug, pecking her cheek. "See you later!"

Running out the door, I gave her a final wave. I had a lot of respect for my mom. After Dad walked out on us thirteen years ago, it was just me and her. She's kept a steady job and didn't let him leaving get to her, no matter how bad it got. Especially when the court war for having custody of me broke out. But she still stood her ground, and when she won custody of me she made sure that she would make up for not having a dad in my life. Of course, Arthur was my father figure for a few years until he left us too, but that's a totally different story.

Anyway.

I unlocked the 2008 black pacifica that I've called my car for the last

past month. With fingers crossed, I attempted to start it up, seeing that it failed on me yesterday.

For the second day in a row, my car refused to start.

"What the hell?" I muttered as I flopped against the back of the seat. "What's the point of having a license if I can never use it?"

I didn't want to ask Mom to take me: she had to be at work in twenty minutes, and she wouldn't have time to get me to school and drive herself to work two towns over. With a long sigh, I grabbed my black book bag that I kept in the passenger seat and threw it around me. It was going to take me about fifteen minutes to get to the high school, so I pulled out my cell phone and earbuds so I could enjoy some music on the way. I clicked on one of my many playlists, the one with all my classic rock songs. Music was my love in life, and I loved almost every genre, as long as it had a good beat and meaningful lyrics to it.

After fifteen Bon Jovi filled minutes later, I stood face to face to the towering building that was East Chapel High. I checked the time: 8:04 am, giving me only one minute to run up to the third floor for first period History. Only problem is that I absolutely hate stairs. And running. And running out of time. So, having a small amount of time running up the stairs was going to be a trial in hell. I took a deep breath and went for it. By the time I got to the top, I knew I had very little time left. But I somehow manage. The moment I walked into the room and took a seat was the moment the bell rang.

"I'm almost jealous at how much luck you have," Nova said as I pulled out my history book.

"I might as well be the queen of luck," I said sarcastically as I stared blankly at the front of the room, realizing Miss Johnly wasn't there. "Hey, where's the teach?"

Nova shrugged. "No clue. But if she isn't here in the next half hour, I'm ditching class."

"Good luck with that."

Nova was the that one person in the room that genuinely hated all of her classes. It had been that way since fifth grade, when we both met. That was the year she got her first detention, her first F in a class and her first "break up".

After ten more minutes of me talking Nova out of going to the Mall, an almost frantic looking woman walked into the room. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but I've seen worse. Her clothes looked slightly wrinkled, as if she wasn't prepared for teaching today. It was obvious that she was our substitute today, and it was also obvious that she was called in last minute.