Deadly love: chapter 6

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I sat in tourism but unable to concentrate on the lesson at hand, my mind was with Lena and the bizzare meeting. "Who replied to my mental question and how did they hear it in the first place and why on earth did Lena run away?? Oh yeah Dom your very attractive when you are stumbling over furniture, I would have ran too," I answered myself and shook my head. "Yeah I'm a very smooth operater! Thats why everybody at school is practically drooling over me!" I added sarcastically and quickly scanned the room to catch one of them droolers red handed but nope eveything was still the same just like the sky s still intact and my foot is still throbbing with pain. I was so deep in thought I didn't even hear the bell ring until some short girl asked me to get out of her seat. Shit I'mdefinitely not in the teachers "MOST FAVORITE AND ON TIME" book today. I shrugged at the thought and slowly made my way to class, heck I'm late anyways so whats the pont in rushing now. A soft whisper drew my attention towards the girls bathroom so i went to inspect. (I know what your thinking!!! Why does the lesbian wanna know whats going on in the girls bathroom!) I entered slowly and repeated hallo a few times but no one answered so I went in. To my suprise it was empty except for a diary lying next to the mirror. I strode over to it and touched it. "WOW!!!" I gasped. It was hot and practically scalded my finger. What the hell i thought and upon closer inspection I realized it was lying in direct sunlight thus baking it. I quickly picked it up and blew on it until I could handle it. It seemed expensive, very expensive! genuine leather with the intials HC imprinted on it. "Whose can it be and why did they just leave it here," I thought to myself and made my way out of the bathroom. I'll hand it in at the office, maybe someone just forgot it... What are the chances! when I got to the office it read closed until tomorrow morning, "Okay that is weird, the office is never closed!" I strolled over to my locker, put the diary away and left for class which I hoped would be over on arrival.

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