Chapter 37
"Why did you want us to see this?" Bella asked.
"I want us to get involved in this revolution." Lauren waved her hand to the countdown in the top right corner
Six days, twelve hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty-six seconds.
Even as Bella watched, the number was getting smaller.
Bella crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you forget who my father is when you invited me to this sleepover?"
Several of the drunker girls giggled, which made Bella clench her jaw.
"We all know you're a bitch, but the only way you're going to tattle is if you're willing be labeled as even more uncool than you already are." Lauren looked at her nails in a fashion of exaggerated boredom as she spoke.
"Do you even understand what you're suggesting we get involved in? The recipes on this site are for making bombs. Besides. it's not like most of these ingredients are things that any of us could get our hands on even if we were stupid enough to actually want to blow up our school."
"Then I guess you have nothing to worry about. It's all just smoke and mirrors. And come the end of next Friday no D-Day will have happened."
Bella shook her head, stepped away from the desk, and quickly made her way to the exit of the room. Even contemplating doing such a thing was flat out insane, but surely, Lauren was right about one thing. It was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. It had to be.