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Chapter 10

Clover's POV

Where the hell does Suzie think she's going with that totally cute outfit that she does not deserve? Even though skirts past my knees are totally outrageous, Suzie should give me the benefit of the doubt. She probably thinks I'm totally jealous of her, which is absurd. It's really ludicrous if you think about. We wouldn't even be compared at the same level; I'm much prettier than she is. I'm Jennifer Aniston with better hair and Suze is the Loch Ness Monster.

Speaking of monsters, that crazy mediator should cut her nails; she pinched me really hard. I bruise easily.

As soon as we got to school I went straight to Kelly and her shadow Debbie.

"Hey guys! What's up?" I said as I greeted my friends.

"Hey" They said in unison. "We were just talking about our plans for Thanksgiving." Debbie said as she pulled down her shirt.

"Yeah. My Thanksgiving is totally ruined." Kelly uttered walking towards her locker. "My family and I were supposed to go to San Bernardino but my younger sister Josie got sick. So now I'm screwed."

"Well at least you don't have to spend your mini vacation with Suze." I said contributing to all the horror stories.

"Oh yeah we forgot your cousin is such a freak." Debbie said.

"What's her deal anyway?" I questioned. "She is such a dork. Do you think Father Dominic is in his office?" I asked changing the subject.

"Well, Duh! He is like the principal of this school." I should claw that girl's eye out. "Well catch you later guys I have to talk to the good Father."

I walked along the breezeway and examined the stupid signs that read encouraging words like 'Say no to drugs' and 'Learning is fundamental!' or 'If you wanna be somebody; you better wake up and smell the coffee'. I really don't understand this school.

Oh the way over to Father Dom's office I saw the tramp trip over my future baby's daddy's expensive shoe. Aha, that's what the little slut gets. She should keep her distance from my man.

I continued on my quest and knocked on Father Dominic's office. I turned the knob without even giving him a chance to respond.

"Hey Father Dom. What's going on?" I sat on the nearest chair and crossed my legs. He actually looked startled to see me, like I was the wicked witch of the east.

"Good Morning Miss. Morrison. I thought you were Susannah." He responded touching his glasses and fiddling with his papers on his desk.

"Well as you can see I'm not little Suzie." There was an awkward silence in the room. I nodded absent-minded. I moved my hair out of my eyes and scanned the room. Everything looked kinda dull to me but whatever. I studied a poster hanging on one of the walls in the office. It showed a silver car, the imaged blurred as it raced around a sharp turn on a deserted street. CHANGE was written on the top. Below the picture it stated: A bend in the road is not the end of the road… unless you fail to make the turn.

"Wow how amusing." I muttered.

"Pardon me?" Father Dominic said looking up at me.

"Oh nothing"

"Do you know where Susannah might be at?" He asked.

"How the he-" Oops I was about to swear in front of a Priest. Damn me! I mean damn Suze. "I have no idea. But I have something to ask you."

"And what would that be?" He asked skimming through his organizer.

"Oh, I think you know." I said with a playful smirk on my face. The old man suddenly looked up and started rapidly nodding.

"How could I forget?" Father Dominic stood up from his leather chair and walked towards me. "You're finally going to become one of us" He was grinning so wide I thought his false teeth were going to pop out. I stood up and walked the remaining distance from where he stood.

"Well I knew this for quite some time." I said a little confused at first.

"Of course, how could you not?" He said gesturing me towards the door.

"Susannah said there were many of us. You have to introduce me to more."

"There will be more time for socializing. Right now you have to get to class."

"Okay, Okay but I want to get a head start on my job. Where's Jesse?" Father Dominic stopped trying to send me off to class. He looked down at me in total confusion.

"What do you mean 'Where's Jesse'?" He questioned.

"I mean do you know where Jesse 'the ghost' is, so I can start my mediating job thingy."

"You're a mediator, as in you see ghosts?"

"Well duh! What do you think we were talking about?" I put my hands on my hips.

"I was talking about you being a real student at the mission."

"Why would I want to be a 'real student' when I don't even live here?"

"Your mother just phoned to tell me that you were staying and that she has to call your old school so they can fax you transcripts." Ah hell no! When did Valerie make such a life threatening decision? I don't want to stay in this stupid California town. Why would she do this to me?

What about my friends?

What about my apartment?

What about my makeup!

She's always running from her damn problems. She should leave me out of this.

I hate her.

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