AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, or anything you may recognise. I just own Demi and Jamie.
A Week Later.
The sun shining on my face woke me up that morning. We'd been working for the past week trying to work out who was after me, and we had found a grand total of nothing. Today was the Talent Show, so with that out of the way, I can focus all my time to figuring out what the hell was going on. I'd heard nothing from my mother though. I didn't feel safe around anyone other than Frank and Zoe, I was like a nervous wreck. Tom had been on the receiving end of most of it unfortunately. Yesterday, he had tapped my shoulder to get my attention, and I freaked out. It took 5 people to make me realise what the hell I was doing, and to release him. In all honestly, the only reason that Flatley hadn't expelled me for that was because of the show. I entered the gate, and walked over to Jamie, too ashamed to head to my team. "Oh hey Demi. Are you calm today, or are you gonna send Tupper through a window? Cause if so, let me get popcorn first!" Jai said, laughing loudly at her own joke. "Very funny Jai." I whispered, as Harry spoke up,
"Leave the girl alone Jai. Come here darling." He said, wrapping his arms around me in direct sight of my team. I saw the looks on their faces clearly. Zoe looked concerned, Aneisha was smirking, Dan seemed horrified, and Tom seemed to be hurt. "It's OK. You can always come and talk to me yeah?" Harry said, eventually letting go. I nodded and headed over to Zoe, deciding I'd rather appear late than never. "What are you doing, hugging Harry?" Tom said, saying Harry's name as if it was poison. "Not jealous are you?" I said, taking my usual seat on the bench. Tom turned red and said,
"No. There's just something odd about him." Zoe nodded, and I interrupted,
"He's fine. Anyway, looking forward to the show?" I laughed, seeing the terror on Dan's face. Flatley had paired him with Jamie, doing a dance routine. I'd seen it in rehearsal yesterday, and it made me to laugh until I actually cried. "No. I'm telling you, Jamie is hell to work with. She constantly forgets the moves, and steps on my feet, and won't stop flirting with me." Zoe didn't look happy about that. Her crush on Dan was fairly obvious to everyone other than Dan himself.
"You love her really. Anyway, shall we get going? Frank might need our help setting up." The team nodded, and walked into the school. I turned, and began to untangle my bag strap from the bench, when I felt that someone was watching me. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. I opened my bag, and noticed my mother's letters were gone. Oh dear. Maybe, I'd just lost them? I ran after Zoe and my team, and called Zoe over. "What is it?"
"It's probably nothing, but I remember putting the letters in my bag, and now they're gone." Zoe frowned, and emptied out my bag. After not finding them, I sighed and swore. "What if the person who's after me has them? If they know my mum's been telling me this information, they might hurt her." Zoe looked around and saw the crowds entering the hall for the show. I do not need stage fright right now! "That's him. Simon Howard. Aneisha is going to watch him while he's here." Tom said, having now just appeared. Noticing our faces, he said, "What is it? Are you OK?" I nodded, and put on a fake smile.
"Yup, just a bit nervous is all." He smiled and nodded.
"Me too. It'll be fine. We're up 3rd, don't be late." Then he returned to helping my father set out chairs.
"Right, that gives me 15 minutes to think about who would have taken them. " I said, putting down my bag. I walked out of the hall and leant against a wall. Think, Demi, think! I replayed the events of the day in my mind. Aside from myself, I couldn't think of anyone who had access to my bag... And then I remembered. Jamie had knocked my bag off the counter. Had Jamie taken them? This whole time, I'd been thinking that it couldn't be her, but maybe everything was just an act. Maybe it'd been Jamie all along. Or my father. He always has access to my bag. Or Tom, I always sat next to him, he had ample opportunity. I sighed, and leaned back, when the receptionist appeared again. "Miss London, we are not the Post Office. Tell whoever's sending you these letters that." I nodded, and ripped open the letter. The neat handwriting had turned into a scrawl.
Demi,
They've found me. My cover has been blown. You're running out of time. Find who it is who is the KORPS agent, before it's too late. Listen. Trust No-one. Not even people you think you know. In this world, you know nothing. Stay safe.
Mom x
Great, no pressure then. "Demi! You're on in 2 minutes." Dan hissed through the doorway.
"Coming." I said, sticking the letter in my pocket. Time to shine.
AN:And I'm gonna leave it here! So, who do you reckon is the KORPS agent? Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!
