Chapter Twenty-One
Katherine's POV
"Are you sure about this?" Mom asked for the hundredth time.
"Of course." Dad answered. For the hundredth time.
"Will you give it a rest, Mom? It's been two weeks. I think we're ready to go back to school." I said, leaning between their seats.
Mom sighed, closing her eyes. "Okay.. But if I see anything, we're out of there. Got it?"
I rolled my eyes. "Aye aye, Captain."
Dad stifled a laugh.
The first three classes of the day passed by quickly. I couldn't understand why everyone else in the family was bored with school-I actually like it. But then again, it was my first year of high school. I'd probably be just like them after a few decades of the same curriculum.
No one really questioned my -or my whole family's, for that matter- absence over the last two weeks. It made me feel slightly... Outcast. Which, come to think of it, I was anyway.
I made it to my locker in record time. I carelessly dropped my books to the bottom and fixed my hair in the mirror. A layer of dust covered it, and I brushed it off with my sleeve.
"Uh, hi."
I looked up. A guy, around my "age" was standing next to me. "Hi?"
"Uh, your locker's blocking mine." He says, politely. His courtesy struck me as odd. Most of the boys here act like immature jerks, yet he hadn't pushed me out of the way (Or attempted to, at least.) or been in any way impolite.
"Oh, sorry," I murmurer, shutting it. That's when I got a good look at him, and literally forgot to breath.
It was him.
The boy from my vision.
So, I did what any other teenage girl would do in this situation: Stutter, make a complete fool of myself, then run down the hallway in embarrassment.
A/N: And so ends the already written chapters
now you get to see how I write now!
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