Chapter: I
POV: Lanie
EIGHT YEARS LATER:
Lanie Brett drummed her fingertips on the edge of her desk and stole a glance at the clock. Ugh. Nine minutes left of class.
She looked out of the corner of her eye at her best friend, Rissa, whose glasses were slipping down her nose as she hurried to take notes on what Ms. Sharpie was saying. She tried not to laugh. She and Rissa were both dyslexic. Those notes were useless.
She twirled her pencil in her hair with her right hand as she continued to drum her fingers on the table with her left. She was seriously ADHD. So was Rissa, but she could control it much better.
It was a weird coincidence. Two girls, same age, same school, both ADHD and dyslexic? That was one of the things that had brought them together when they had first met. Well, it wasn't exactly a normal school. Rissa and Lanie attended Yancy Academy, a private school for kids with problems.
They had met in first grade, and they had stayed best friends since. Now they were both fourteen.
That wasn't the only thing that had brought them together, though… Lanie shook her head to clear it. No. She and Rissa had promised each other would never think or speak of it again. Never.
Lost in her thoughts, Lanie screamed when the period ended and there was a loud Brrrrrrrrrrringgggg!
"Detention, Elaine" Ms. Sharpie said, smirking. "Tomorrow, after school. Class dismissed."
Lanie gritted her teeth at the use of her full name.
Rissa gave Lanie an exasperated look that had 'I told you so' written all over it.
Lanie groaned. Tomorrow was Friday. She had had plans. She pushed her books and pencil deep into her bag with her foot and stalked out of the classroom with Rissa on her heels.
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Lanie stomped through the pavilion until she was safely out of Ms. Sharpie's hawk-like earshot, and then swiveled to face Rissa. "Can you believeher? I had plans for Friday night!" She continued to rant. Rissa rolled her eyes as she continued to fume. "I swear, that lady is a monster!"
Rissa didn't reply. She didn't have anywhere near enough fingers to count the number of times she had heard this from Lanie.
Lanie took a deep breath, pulled out her iPod, put in her headphones and turned up the volume to block her out. Lanie loved her iPod more than anything else she owned. She had 2598 songs on it.
However, she pulled the headphones out quickly when she heard Rissa gasp.
She turned, and there was Ms. Sharpie, towering over both of them, smiling eerily. "Both of you know that iPods are not allowed. Let's make thatdouble detention," she sneered.
Lanie and Rissa both groaned. They were not looking forward to six hours of erasing answers out of old calculus workbooks.
