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I heard Freddy sit down. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he noticed me. I felt his breath on my hair. I knew he was leaning over me.
"Katie?" he said, sounding unsure of whether it was me or not. "Katie?"
I just ignored him, hoping that he'd go away and leave me alone, although I knew deep down that he wouldn't.
"Katie." He said. I realized that he knew it was me now. I realized that he wouldn't leave me alone.
"Katie!" he held my shoulders and shook me lightly. I looked up.
"What?" I knew I must look a mess, I could tell by his reaction. My mascara must have run, and my eyeliner. When I'd wiped my eyes, it must have smudged across my face. But in a second the shock was gone from his face, and the worried look was back in place.
"Katie, why are you out here?"
I rolled my eyes, trying to pass it off.
"Why do you think? I answered back to the teacher."
"Well, that's not what Summer thinks. In fact, she's pretty worried about you."
"How would you know? You weren't in there long enough to find out."
He held out his hand, indicating a crumpled note. I picked it up, recognizing Summer's pink, gilt-edged notepaper, and her neat writing.
Freddy. It said. When you go out there, I would like you to talk to Katie. Something's not right. She got sent out for crying when she leant on her arms. She has deep cuts. She says she got them by falling on glass, but she showed me the cuts, and they shouldn't be that deep. I think something's not right at home, as she came to my house last night as well as yours, and she seems to be anywhere apart from her home. Let me know what happened at recess. Summer. P.S. Zack wants to write something too.
Yo, Freddy. Something's up with Katie. She was crying in class, and I've never seen her cry before. Let me know what's up with her as well, if you can find out. I know tact has never been your strong point, but if she won't tell Summer, her best friend then at least she'll tell you, Freddy. We all care about her.
I finished reading the note, and looked up at him angry. I stood up.
"So you've all been talking about me, have you?" I yelled. "You've all been thinking, 'Oh, poor Katie, we all feel sorry for her, so let's send the guy she's had a crush on since, like, forever, to give her a bit of pity and find out what's wrong! Let's have a nice nosy into her life, and spread rumors about her mom! WELL, I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU, FREDDY JONES!"
I stood up, catching a glimpse of the surprised look on his face. I'd said a lot more than I'd meant to, and all I wanted to do was get away from it all. I walked out of the main doors, and away from school.