The next day, Becky was making sure to avoid Hannah and her friends all day. She knew it was going to be a bad day. When she got to her class, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Becky.
Becky looked around the room to find Dave, but she couldn't find him. Then Dave walked into the room through the front door, all soaking wet. The whole class laughed and laughed at him. Becky wanted to yell "Shut Up!" but didn't want to make Dave feel uncomfortable. Becky walked over to Dave, trying to ignore the laugter. "Doesn't this bother you?" Becky asked, trying to raise her voice enough so Dave could hear her. "Why should this bother me?" "They're laughing at you!" Becky answered. "Why?" Dave said. "I don't know, did you do something embarassing?" Becky asked. "Me? Embarassing? No..." Dave said as he accidently knocked over a chair, then another chair, which knocked down some other things that Becky couldn't see because her eyes were closed. The whole class was silent, until someone started laughing and pointing at Dave.
It was official.
This was going to be the worst day ever.
In a dark and cold forest somewhere, a man in a classy suit stood with a younger girl, who was looking at the ground. "What is the matter, Dezeree?" the man asked. "Many people could get hurt by this." Dezeree replied. "Who cares? We'll be rich!" "I don't care about money!" Dezeree exclaimed. The man chuckled. "My, my, aren't you moody today?" The man said. "Sorry...I just miss my brother. We were the best of friends when we were little...until I ran away from home." "Why?" The man asked. "My parents hated me..." Dezeree said. "And I thought brothers and sisters...hated each other." The man replied. "We got along well, concidering we're twins." Dezeree explained. "Wait, twins get along better?" "I don't know...some." "Well, anyways, we've got to keep going to find the arca archa of specialis." he said. "Yes, sir." Dezeree said annoyingly. The arca archa of specialis was a box that held one of the most dangerous things in the whole world, and they planned to use it to take over the world, depending on what was inside. "Well, keep walkin'!" "Yes sir..." Dezeree said while rolling her eyes. "Excuse me?" He said. "Sorry, sir." Dezeree replied shamefully as she began walking. This was going to be a terribly long afternoon.
Becky stared out the window of the radio station, looking for Dave's car to pull up. She checked her watch. 6:39. Almost 10 minutes late. Andre walked up to Becky and said, "I heard Dave did somethin' really embarassing today." "Don't remind me." Becky replied, rolling her eyes. "And your friend Hannah said you lost a bet and had to date him." "WHAT?" Becky exclaimed.
Ooh! The suspence! I tried making this longer, but mah fingers started cramping! BTW, arca archa of specialis means "Box of Secrets" in Latin. Yay.