I apologize for spelling Nudge's name wrong. I knew Monica was too common for her. Anyways, I'm tired so I'll keep this chapter short and sweet. Well...maybe more short than sweet. Thanks for reviewing, it really made my day and I hope you will continue to do so! Enjoy!
I strolled into school casually, fingering the shotgun in my pocket. I had to do this before the first bell rang. It would be suspicious if I suddenly vanished in the middle of class, and the teachers might be able to trace it back to me. Charles's voice echoed in my mind, as cold and distrustful as ever. "Your deadline is midnight tomorrow. Don't disappoint me."
"I wont." I muttered. "I'm not the failure that you make me out to be. You'll see."
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I whirled around and came face to face with Nudge. Today she was wearing a black tank top and jeans, along with boots that had wicked looking spurs at the back. Her shoulder bag was hanging halfway open and her papers were spilling out onto the floor in crumpled heaps, but she never seemed to notice.
"Hey, Iggy." She said, greeting me with a genuine smile. "Are you lost?"
I shook my head and forced a smile onto my face. This was my chance. I couldn't blow it.
"No, I just lost something at the back of the school. Would you come with me to search for it? I might find it quicker, then."
Seriously. That was the best I could come up with.
Nudge chewed her lip for a few minutes before she nodded. "Ok. What did you lose?"
"I'll tell you when we get there." I replied.
