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We had only a few days left to find out who was on our index cards as my homeroom teacher pointed out for the tenth time. The last three days here at Fillmore had been exhausting. The teachers handed out as much homework as they could breathe air. My only friend so far was Ginny; I don't think your sister counts as a friend.

Alexa Zayne had invited to sit with her and her friends at lunch each day. It was awkward. I sat there, eating my lunch, barely mumbling a word or two. I didn't know what to say to these people. They had their own little inside jokes and secrets; trying to keep up with their conversations was tiring. They tried to get me in on some of them but nothing.

"I was right!" One of Alexa's friends shouted during lunch. "I knew the second I got my hands on this card that it belonged to Geraldine Hoggs. I was so right!" She high-fived the guy sitting next to her and then looked over at Alexa.

"Ever figured out who your card belongs to?" She asked. Alexa reached into her bag and pulled out her index card.

"I have it narrowed down to either Tracey Schwab or Macy Holds" Alexa told us. A majority of the table twisted themselves to look at a table not far over from us. It belonged to the cheer squad, where each and everyone's name rhymed with the others. It makes me kind of wonder if it's all coincidental or if their parents' had planned it that way.

"What about you?" Said one of the guys at the table, Aaron, I think that's what Alexa had said his name was.

"No Clue" I answered. My index card described an arrogant, egotistical, shallow, dimwitted boy who loves to show off. That is the description of half of the student population. I had a hunch on who it belonged to, however.

My stomach started to twist in knots. The bell rang for lunch to be over. I sighed in relief that I could head to my next class. I wanted this school day to be over. All day long my head had been pounding; all day long I've been freaking myself out. I couldn't explain the feeling when it occurred but it left me scared.

My sixth period class was fine. I spent most of my time doodling in my notebook when I should've taken notes. Sixth period flew by fast, and before I could blink my eyes, I was trailing Alexa to our seventh period class.

Stacy and two of her cronies were in the class, seated behind me. The two boys from that "fight" on the first day of school was also in this class. As well as a few I had recognized from my other classes, such as a guy named Spud from my Bio class.

"Children, Settle down" Our teacher said as he entered the room. Mr. Rotwood, or Professor Rotwood as he constantly reminded the class. "Today we're going to begin our studying of magical creatures"

My head started to hurt. Magical creatures secretly lived in Manhattan and other parts of the world. I slowly rocked back in forth as Professor Rotwood continued with his lecture.

He was talking about unicorns and was getting everything wrong from where Unicorns lived to what they eat. Unicorns lived in central park, in small herds. They are commonly sought by trolls and others to be sold on the dark market. I started to tap my foot as fast as I possibly could. Unicorns in central park had a small devotion towards the American Dragon who had in more than one account…

I slammed my head against my desk.

"Is everything ok?" I heard the sarcastic question coming from Professor Rotwood.

I looked up to see everyone in the room staring at me. "No! Yes! No-err- I mean" I sputtered.

"No more disrupting the class!" Professor Rotwood screeched "If you have a problem, simply raise your hand and politely say what you need to say instead of foot tapping and head pounding"

"Sorry" I mumbled. My cheeks were burning. "May I use the restroom?" I got up before Rotwood could even answer. He told me I could, and the second I got out of that classroom, I ran for it.

I ran all the way to the girls' restroom and sat down against the wall beside the sinks. I had never skipped class before, but today at to be the exception. Something wasn't right.

The last bell of the day rang and I was still sitting in the restroom. I waited awhile before leaving. I headed down towards my locker, ducking my head to keep from seeing everyone else.

Not paying attention to where I was going I collided straight into someone. I lifted my head.

"Sorry" The boy said. I recognized him as the one in the "Whine Fight", the one with the spiked dark hair that completely reeked of hair gel.

"It's alright, Jake, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going" I said. I desperately wanted to clamp my hand over my mouth. I knew his full name, Jacob Luke Long. I wasn't supposed to know that because this would be the first time I've ever spoken to him.

Jake pulled out his index card from his pocket. "I think this is yours" He said holding an index card with a 29 on it. He looked at the card and read "You've moved three times, you have two younger siblings. You're really good at martial arts and love playing guitar even though you don't how to play. And have a birthmark underneath your glove"

He smirked and then handed me the index card.

I pulled out my index card. "Yours was too obvious" I told him. I looked at his card and read "Rockstar handsome, Skater, and uses way more hair gel than will admit" I handed him his index card. A smile formed on my face.

"See ya" I said as I pivoted on my foot. I froze and spun back around to catch him before he walked off. "Wait, I never wrote down anything about my birthmark." I glanced down at fingerless gloves. "How could you have possibly known that?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I could tell you but you wouldn't believe me" He said before walking away.