Chapter 1
It was on one sunny, beautiful day that it all went wrong...
"Zoey, wake up!" I hear Nicole scream.
"Uhhh.. why?" I mumble still half asleep.
"Zoey! It's 7:45! We are gonna be late... AGAIN! Mr. Windel is gonna murder us!"
I jolt upright. "Oh, no! Is Dana up?" I look at Nicole and then around the room.
"I think she already left." She shrugs.
"WHAT! Why didn't she get us up? Ugh!" I jump out of bed and into the closet. As I rummage around for some clothes I spot something. I turn to Nicole. "What is this!"
Nicole turns and her eyes grow like coconuts. "Uhh... umm... well... it isn't MINE if that's what you were thinking!"
"Actually, I wasn't even thinking about this being yours. I was thinking more along the lines of Dana and Logan."
"You don't really think...?" Nicole stopped. Dana had came in with Logan on her heels.
"Dana...?" I asked when Nicole said nothing.
"What?" Dana asked with at first a tone until she eyed what was inmy hand. Dana then had a look of horror on her face.
Logan notice that something was wrong and he pushed his way into the room. "What's the problem, Dana? Why are you..." He stopped when he, also, saw the item inmy hand. Then he laughed, "Why are you holding that, Zo?"
"Eww!"I drop it.
"Aww, poor Zoey." Nicole said between breathes. Dana still had an embarrassed slash(/) horror look on her face and she fled the room.
"It's not funny, guys. That's gross! Logan, go after her!" I push Logan out the door, closed it and continued to get dressed. I place the object in a safe place and run with Nicole to our first hour class.
"Hello, ladies. Nice of you to join us. If you'll please take your seats, we can all get started." Mr. Windel bellowed.
Mr. Windel was a big, and by big I mean fat, man. When ever he laughed or even talked the fat under his chin would jiggle and it always made me laugh. That's why when I replied, "OK, Mr. Windel." I couldn't help but let out a giggle.
Nicole and I made our way to our seats with me next to Chase and her next to Michael.
"Hey, Zo. What took you so long?" Chase asked.
"Well, for one, we over slept and for two..." I stopped. Should I tell him... or not?
"What?" Chase asked. "What happened?"
"Well... I found something in the closet and couldn't figure out whose it was. Dana came in and didn't say anything and then just... took off." I was still thinking about it and I guess Chase knew that.
"What was it?" He ventured.
"Well..."