Betrayal

Disclaimer: All characters, plot, and setting are owned by the author Meg Cabot

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Ch. 3- Busted

"Mrs. Slater, Do you hear me?"

I looked hastily. Darn… I fell asleep at the computer again. Not enough sleep can do that to you but, off course I can't blame it on Mrs. McKenzie. Imagine me telling my boss that I couldn't get enough sleep because a dead woman was determined to kill the guy that killed her. Straight to the loony bin, and then I'd have to say something like this, "I'm not crazy! You can ask my husbands, brother-in-law, and an old priest to confirm my story!

Since I can't answer like that I only said, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep again. It won't happen again. I promise!"

Frowning the chief editor walked on mumbling to herself, "I need that editorial on my desk by this Friday!"

I quickly packed up every thing I needed to finish writing at home (laptop, Nr. 2 pencil (shut up no vampire and I was 16), and my readers letters). Just in case I fell asleep again I didn't want to be caught by the chief editor who was known not to be the most patient women in the world.

Plus I was hungry and the food in the staff room wasn't the best either. Not that I'm worlds best cook! But…I do have priorities. In case Mrs. McKenzie showed up again at least it wouldn't be at work this time and I'd be prepared to kick her ass back into her grave or into purgatory, without a certain lawyer´s help-thank you very much!

You can take the Simon out of the name but, you can't take it out of the girl!

When I got home the house was still empty, and since I didn't want to keep writing until I was completely sure that I would get a full night of sleep that night. So I set out get rid of my little problem.

I know that Father Dominick always preached about how I shouldn't get to violent on the "Poor lost souls" but, frankly I have never been known to listen to other peoples advise if it was to different from my own approach. I mean even Paul sometimes resolves to exorcism but, again you can't really take him as a good role model.

So I packed everything needed for Brazilian voodoo (pig's blood and candles). Changed into all black and ran to my car , a black Porsche with a license plate that said SSlater, next thing I knew I was standing at the point ,also known as famous high school spot where you could do certain "things", that Mr. McKenzie threw his wife of off.

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Nina