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Chapter Three- An Unexpected Spy
Monday morning dawned clear and cold over Clearwater. It was wonderful. Or it would have been, if the seventh and eighth graders didn't have dreaded midterms!
One eighth grader in particular was worried. Alison Mark had been sick over the weekend, and she was never that great of a student in the first place. This paired with the fact that her two best friends, Callie Brennan and Brooke Lars, no longer seemed to like her. Things had gotten weirder lately.
It probably started when Matt, her former guy friend who she kinda sorta had a crush on, started going out with Kelsey. Since Kelsey was already her enemy, this didn't start anything good. Especially since she had beaten Alison in the Student Council Election. And then Hayleigh had beaten Callie, making her enemies the top people in the school. Except for the President of the Student Council. Which, luckily, was none other than Brooke. But still, this year hadn't been the best. And now this.
The walk to the bus stop was long and boring, so Alison had plenty of time to think about these things. Until that is, a voice called to her through the bushes.
"Alison." It was a whisper, barely audible.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked, peering through the shrubbery.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her forearm, and yanked her off the sidewalk with surprising strength.
"Ahhh!" she cried, before a hand covered her mouth.
"Shhh… I'm not going to hurt you," the girl said quietly, removing both hands.
Alison looked up at her. The girl looked a few years older than her, and she was very pretty. She had long dark curls and porcelain skin. Her attire consisted of a very long ruffled purpled dress.
"Now, I have to ask a favor of you."
Normally, not even Alison would trust a random girl who had pulled her through a bush. But her voice… there was something in her voice that made Alison want to trust her. So she did.
"Okay," she said, not at all cautiously. "What is it?"
She pulled a crumpled picture out of her pocket. It was a picture of a strange necklace-type thing with a clear crystal orb and a metal rim.
"This belongs to a girl in your class," she explained. "Her name is Hayleigh. I need it."
Alison nodded. She knew Hayleigh. "Sure," she said, shrugging. "Why not?"
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