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Individuality
"And you're sure this is what you want?" Her mother asked again, for possibly the fifth time. The twelve-year-old examined the sketch one more time, smiled at what she saw, and nodded.
Her mother nodded, and waved over a stylist, while her daughter's dark-skinned friend took the sketch and looked at it. "This is going to be epic! And hey! We'll match!" She gestured to her own black hair, which had never had the motivation to grow past the girl's ears. Chris laughed at her friend and said:
"Yeah!"
Her mother, and the hair dresser, came over, the woman asking for Chris's sketch, which she handed over. Her bony mother watched closely as the other woman examined the piece, then raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want this? It seems a little...er...extreme."
Chris nodded again. And grabbed at a piece of soft brown hair. "Cut it off!"
So the woman did. They spent hours honing out the details, and perfecting the look, but by the end of it, Chris figured it was worth it, because the design looked even better than she had imagined it, a fact that Shaena confirmed with a grin.
"It even better than it did on the paper!"
"I know!" Chris raised and hand, which Shaena high-fived.
Chris looked to her mother, a wide grin painting her face. The opinion of only two people in the world mattered to her, her best friend's, and her mother's, even though her mother was usually absent, she adored every moment she got with her.
The woman twirled a piece of her thinning ponytail, and nodded. "Definately looks better than I thought it would."
Chris smiled, perfect.
Individuality
The first football game was the next Friday night, and the time in between was, and this may have been an understatement, insane. The band was on the football field every day from the beginning of seventh period to almost six-o'clock, working on their show. Dekka spent most of that time lounging on the tall podium that she drum major stood on to conduct, watching them try to position sets and memorize step sizes and other things that she had never realized mattered so much.
She found that listening to the band argue about positioning and sets was even more entertaining then listening to them practice music. Dekka picked up several new names that made her grin. Chris's favorite was calling people a ham, which Shaena, at some point, added "foot", making it footham.
Julie made the mistake of questioning the meaning of footham, which sent Shaena into a long spiel about ham being left out on the streets, and having sewer and garbage dumped on it, and being stepped on by a hobo. When she was done, Julie winced and said, "Sorry I asked."
Shaena's twin sister, Shaela, who had arrived at the school halfway through the second week of school, explaining that she had been at a convention in New York, which Shaena had not objected too, had a talent for comine up with the strangest things to say; for example, once, the trumpet was having a loud argument about the spacing. A curly haired boy, snapped, "I know what the chart says, obviously you don't!"
Noah had snapped back with. "Look here, you, I've been reading these things since before you even knew what marching was!"
The boy made a rather nasty returning comment, and Noah had looked on the verge of swinging.
That was when Shaela had felt the need to exclaim, "Hey! Chill your corn!" Which, in turn, caused the entire band to fall silent.
Then, after the stretched a few moments, Chris broke it with a raucous laugh, pointing at Shaena and proclaiming, "That's your sister!" Shaena had responded by flinging a drumstick at the girl, missing by mere inches.
It all seemed worth it, however, when Thursday before the game rolled around, and the first part of their show was show ready, which, by Headline standards, was near perfection.
Friday, they were given another free day, in which students who had not received band uniforms were fitted.
Chris and Shaena arrived in the band room, both carrying large boxes, and Chris had tied a third to her wrist so she was dragging it along behind her as she went.
"What's that?" Dekka wondered as Chris set hers roughly on the ground.
In response, Chris pulled at the bottom of her black t-shirt, which Dekka wondered how she had missed. Instead of the black sweater and plaid skirt that usually required for school hours, she was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, decorated with white musical notes, made to look like they were results of the explosion that had been designed into the center of the shirt, underneath the white lettered words, "Headline Academy Marching Band". The most eye catching part of the piece, or at least to Dekka, however, was her name, in golden letter across the shoulders.
"Why is my name on it?" Dekka questioned, only barely registering the rest of the shirt.
"All of our names are on it," Chris answered, slightly irritably. "See?" She took hold of Shaena's shoulder, and spun her around, earning loud protests, which she ignored. On the back was a long list of names in small, golden letters, under headings consisting of each of the individual sections. Chris pointed to her own name, then to Shaena's, and Lauren's, and Noah's, until Dekka threw up her and hands and snapped:
"Okay, okay! I get it!" She then sighed. "Let me rephrase the question: Why is my name on the front?"
"Because you put the most important thing on the front, duh!" Lauren rolled her eyes, sliding off of the table, and moving to examine the shirts closer, while Noah pulled one of the boxes onto the table and it open. A sticker was stuck to the bottom of the lid, reading: "A-D".
"Which box has T's in it?" Noah wondered, pushing the box of shirts off of the table.
Shaena sighed as the box toppled sideways and dumped plastic bags of t-shirts across the floor. "Nice."
Noah shrugged. "I try."
"Oh! Are those the shirts?" Jasamin wondered as she approached. She knelt down and pulled another of the boxes open.
"Sure, just dig in," Chris sighed sarcastically, shrugging her shoulders.
"I will," Jasamin grinned. Sifting through the shirts. She pulled one out and stood. "Found mine."
"So, are you going to answer my question?" Noah asked, absently watching Jasamin tug open the plastic bag that the shirts had been sealed in.
The small girl shook open the shirt as Chris replied, "There's still two more boxes, Rose bullied Dumb and Dumber into carrying the last two down. T's are probably in one of those."
"Well, that sucks," Noah sighed, sliding farther onto the table, and leaning against the wall, propping his feet on the faded brown messenger bag that Julie had left on the table.
As though on cue, Julie came around the corner, swinging her flute case at her side. She stopped, staring at Noah's feet, and threw her hands up exasperatedly, demanding, "Why are your feet on my bag?"
"Why is your bag under my feet?" Noah bordly, crossing his arms, "and why do you have your flute? Burkly said we're not playing."
"Because I can," Julie snapped irritably, shoving his feet off of her bag. "Hey! Are those our shirts?" She dragged her bag off of the table and noticed, for the first time, the spilled box of t-shirts on the floor.
"No, their the Art Club's, we're just storing them here," Chris replied sarcastically.
"Haha, you're so funny!" Julie, who had started to look through the bags for her shirt, snapped, throwing one of the shirts at the girl. Chris flinched to the side, and laughed when it bounced harmlessly off of her side. Julie rolled her eyes, popping open a bag and pulling out the shirt. She straightened, unfolding the material, and examining it. A grin worked it's way into her features. "Rose is many things, but it anyone ever tries to claim she's incompetent in the design field, I'll fix their eyes for them."
Shaena nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll give her design."
"Shirts!" Jessie squealed, dropping her bag on the floor. "Where's H?"
"There," Jasamin, who was now kneeling on the floor digging through her bag, replied, pointing to the box that she had pulled her own shirt from. As Jessie set to work looking for her shirt, Jasamin stood, pulling a pair of shorts from her bag, and disappeared wordlessly.
"Hey, Jazz," a tall, blond boy called to the closing door, all that was left of the tiny girl at this point. He was carrying a large box in his arms, and trying, at the same time, to balance two shirt bags on top.
"What's up, Austin," Jessie greeted, grinning.
"I'm Austin," the second boy informed, coming to a stop alongside his brother.
Jessie shrugged. "Oh, well, I tried."
"Well," Nich grinned, turning back to them as he set the box down. "Final delivery. Anything you want me to deliver to Her Majesty?"
"You know, just for that, I should make you go back and tell her I said, 'I love you'." Chris teased, giving the older boy a playful shove.
Austin snorted. "Yeah, because that's gonna happen."
Chris laughed, then, suddenly, stiffened. It took Dekka a moment to realize that Raylee Becker, the hearingless percussionist, was tanding behind her, one hand pressed to her back, telling her silently not to move. Communicating with Raylee had been a learning experience at first, especially since her side kick refused to translate seventy-five percent of the time on the grounds that she was not Google. Dekka, however had learned fairly quickly that Raylee was very patient as long as you were, and would work with you until she got her message across. Dekka figured she must be killer at charades.
Flanking her was Olivia, her side kick, with her fiery curls pulled back into a high ponytail. On her other side was Daniella, Olivia's niece, with the same fiery hair, although hers had no curl to it, and emerald green eyes, and pale skin. A curious case the Williams family was. Olivia was the youngest of three. Her mother had been very young when she'd had her son, Kyle, and it was an entire nineteen years before they managed to have their second, Rachel. Ten years after that, once Kyle had already married and filled his own household with seven kids their mother announced that she was pregnant again. Many advised her to have an abortion, since a pregnancy so late in life was dangerous to both her and the child, but her values had remained strong, and she had refused to "kill" the baby. When Olivia came, the family's worst nightmare had come to light, there was a complication with the delivery, that had left to her mother's death, and the near death of Olivia herself.
The only reason Dekka knew any of that, was because she couldn't help asking how Olivia had a niece who was a senor, when she was merely eleven. Nick and Austin, who were her nephews, had shared their story. Hen, as though purely for the purpose of seeing her reaction, they had told her that they had four older sisters who had already graduated. When they had laughed at Dekka's look of surprise, Lauren had rolled her eyes and said, "Three of them are a set of triplets."
Daniella had come about only a month after Olivia herself, earning the title as the youngest in a house of ten kids, since Kyle took in Rachel and Olinia after their mother's death, considering their father was in the military, and couldn't be around to care for them.
The girl raised an eyebrow at her brother, asking, "How did they get the two of you to do something helpful?"
Nick shrugged. "Rose is very persuasive."
"Right," Daniella rolled her eyes.
"Hey! You should be nice to me, I dug your shirt out for you!" Nick teased, tossing her one of the shirts on top of his box.
His sister examined it as Raylee and Chris discussed something that Dekka only got Chris's half of. She rolled her eyes. "This is Olivia's, you moron."
"No! We say ham, now!" Chris corrected, a stupid grin plastered across her face.
"You do," Julie responded bordly, from her new-found position cross-legged on the floor, leaned against the wall, with her book flopped open on her lap. "I don't."
"That's because you prefer to use ridiculously long words that show off you extensive vocabulary," Chris pouted.
"'Show off' is a bit of a strong word," Julie argued.
"Sure."
"Here," Dekka jumped in surprise as Noah, who had dragged one of the boxes over to the table and flopped it opened, threw her a shirt back. She looked at the label, and frowned.
"I have one?"
"Jeez, you're full of stupid questions today, aren't you?" Lauren sighed, returning to her seat beside her. "Every member of the band gets a shirt."
"But I'm not a member of the band. I'm just a helper."
"Which makes you the most important member, duh! Without you, we'd spend more time dragging around extra cases, and drum major podiums, and searching for music, then actually working on the show."
Dekka opened her mouth to retort, but came up short, something she was not used to.
They hung around the band room for hours, waiting for time to march onto the field. At some point, pizza was delivered, and they sat around the band set, debating loudly with the group that Andrew had labeled "The Nerds". Well, the rest of the group debated, Dekka just listened, smiling despite herself.
When time finally rolled around for the game, they formed a long, double line down the narrow path that lead through the wall, and forest to the football field, tucked away in the trees. Dekka walked to one side as they marched in, the drums beating a loud cadence, toting along a large cart filled with instruments for the flag guard and drum major, and the few members who doubled as cheerleaders or football players.
Dekka had, several times, noted that the band stand was large, but, actually standing in it and seeing just how well if fit the huge band, with enough room for them to sprawl out if they felt like it and not disturb the people around them, was a completely different story.
Miles, a broad-shouldered member of the Nerds, who carried a mellophone, the marching replacement for a French horn, proved her theory true when he sprawled as far as possible across his area.
Dekka took a seat at the edge of the line of trumpets, beside Lauren, listening absently to Miles and Tanner, another of the horn section, and Raylee's older brother, argue about the intelligence behind him sitting like that. Lauren tugged her uniform coat off, and passed it back to Shaena, so she could hang it on he rail behind her. They were at the top of the band stand separated from the back wall only by the battery percussion.
Alexander, the infamous percussionist, who turned out to be a scrawny boy with thick, messy, blond-brown hair and dark blue eyes, pulled off his snare drum and crouched, saying something quietly to Noah. The older boy frowned and straightened, looking across the field at something in the visitor's stands. Suddenly, he laughed. "Hey! You're right!"
"What?" Lauren, who had been bent over her trumpet, examining something wondered, looking over at the sound of Noah's laughter.
Dekka, however, answered, for she had already followed Noah's gaze and seen. The other team's band was removing their box-like hats, and in the very front, with the flutes, was a girl, shaking her head as she attempted to get the short swoop back into some kind of order. "Are we talking about the girl with Chris's hair cut?"
"Seriously!" Lauren exclaimed, leaping to her feet. Shaena had heard her as well, and was standing on her bench to see.
Then, she laughed. "Hey, Chris!"
"Yeah, I see her!" Chris called back from her position at eh bottom of the stands with the other flutes. She didn't look away from the girl. Kids around the stand were beginning to notice what she was so fascinated by. It created a sort of ripple effect as kids began pointing it out to those around them, who would turn and do the same. They began to stand, point, laugh, and stare, open-mouthed crating a big deal. In a way, it really was a big deal, Dekka had learned very quickly that Chris's hair was something that made her stand out before you ever spoke to her. No one had yet dared to copy it, because, really, who wanted to mess with that kind of individuality?
Individuality
Chris barely registered the commotion going on around her, payed even less attention to the similar effect happening on the other side of the field in the visiting bleachers, she was too focused on trying to make out the face of the other girl. She had to know where she had seen her before, because she had to have seen her before, it was the only way she could have her haircut. Chris hadn't copied it off of something she'd seen on the television, or read in a book, it was of her own creation. She had thought of it herself. It was a creation of her own imagination. She had drawn out her idea in a sketch book borrowed from Jessie's older brother, Josiah, and refused to pay until every detail had been addressed and attended to. So, the only explanation for this girl to have the exact same style, was that she had seen Chis herself, which meant Chris must also have seen her.
What she had though was an innocent interest, she found out was an unhealthy obsession as they stood to go prepare for the show, and she realized she had absolutely no idea what had happened the first quarter and a half of the game. She was relieved to look up and find that they were, at least, winning.
But she couldn't help herself, her eyes continued to wander over to the opposite side of the field, where the other band was also preparing for half-time. The other girl, however, had her back turned to them, standing in a small group of other girls, who kept glancing over at Chris, but the girl she rally wanted a good look at was careful to stay turned away. Figured. She wouldn't want to reveal herself to the girl she had stolen from.
It was a good think she knew the show like the back of her hand, because otherwise, she would have had to think about it, and since concentration was proving difficult at the moment, she would definitely have messed the entire show up.
But she didn't have to think, her body did what it knew it had to, without the help of her ever wandering mind, and the show turned out fine. When I was over, they were released to their free quarter, where they were allowed to raid the concession stand, and mingle with the other band. Chris found Shaena quickly ,and dragged her away from Beat and Raylee, who were going over the rhythm of a new cadence. Shaena protested, but Chris ignored her, so instead, her friend sighed, and said, "At least tell me where we're going!"
"We're going to meet my look-alike," Chris replied. This made Shaena grin.
"Going to chew her out for stealing your look?"
"Hardly." Chris rolled her eyes. Ar first she had been angry, but at this point, she was just curious. She wanted to meet the girl who was bold enough for her look. "I just want to talk."
"What a buzz-kill," Shaena sighed dramatically. "So you're not mad?" She received a shake of her friend's head in response. "It's a shame. I would snap on her if it were me."
I know," Chris laughed, and bumped her friend playfully. "That's just how you roll."
Shaena bumped her back, and they both fell into a fit of laughter. "There she is." Shaena pointed to the look-alike, who was surrounded by her small group, laughing. One of them, a short, blond girl with shinning blue eyes, thumped the girl's arm, eyes going wide.
"What is it, No?" They heard the girl demand loudly, throwing up her hands. The girl, No, nodded in their direction, and her companion turned, and winced. "Oh."
Chris smiled, and gave a wave. "Hi!"
The girl looked nervous. "Uh, hi..."
Chris held out a hand, causing the other girl to flinch, almost like she expected her to lash out. Chris couldn't help the upward twitch of her mouth, which she was painfully aware that Shaena had seen. "I'm Chris, and this is Shaena. We're from the Headline band, if you hadn't already figured that out." She gestured pointedly to their black bibbers, which made them look ridiculously like Steve Urkel.
Another nervous smile. "Uh, Erika. I'm Erika." She pivoted uncomfortably on her toes.
"And I'm Noel!" The blond girl put in, breaking the awkward silence that had followed. The girl also introduced the rest of the group, and then launched into giving an extensive, cheery chatter about how amazing their show had been.
It seemed like forever, before she finally finished, or maybe she was just pausing for breath, Chris couldn't be sure.
At any rate, there was a pause, and Chris was about to take the opportunity to return the compliment, even though she hadn't really watched their show, but she was interrupted.
"So what? Now you just leave without telling anyone?" It was Lauren, approaching huffily, swinging a bottle of Pepsi at her side. Noah was walking beside her, like always, there was a reason those two were called the inseparables, his ever-present grin making a path across his face. Walking slightly behind, being practically dragged by Lauren, who had a firm grasp on her wrist, was Dekka, the puppy who, form the first day, most had labeled as scary, intimidating even. Most had decided that if was best to leave her be. However, Lauren was intimidated by no one, something Chris figured had to do with the cause of her PTSD, which she only knew part of the story too. Noah, and Julie, Lilah, who didn't care as long as you let her talk, and Chris and Sheana, even, disregarded that notion. She was a person too, and no person should be completely alone.
At any rate, she had been made a part of their group, whether she like it or not, and Chris had gotten the feeling in the beginning that she had not. He obviously wasn't used to that kind of acceptance, and it had clearly made her uncomfortable.
Or maybe Chris was misreading it. Maybe she just didn't want to get close to someone again. Lilah's mothers, both highly respected doctors in California, had cared for the gloomy girl after the thing had come down. Lilah had told them all about Brianna, the girl who's heart had been burned from her chest. Lilah had said that it had never been confirmed exactly to what extent Dekka had cared about Brianna. For all they knew, they had simply been close friends, which wasn't unlikely, Chirs knew that if anything were to happen to Shaena, she wouldn't know what to do. But something about that just didn't seem right. Chris got the unexplainable feeling that what Dekka had felt for the girl had gone deeper than friendship. Only a thoery, really, but it was a very strong feeling.
A theory she would not be sharing, for that would bring about unbelievable ridicule.
Lauren came to a stop and smiled at Erika and Noel, and the other girls. Lauren, the strongest of them all, for she had refused to let curiousity get the better of her, and listen to Lilah's tale. She had even discouraged Lilah from telling it, insisting that Dekka's past was hers to share when and to who she wished, no for Lilah to gossip about. So Lilah had shared the tale only when Lauren was not around, and none of them had said anything about it.
Lauren, who had a nasty little past of her own, the details of which, only one person knew in full, and that was only because he had been there to see it himself.
"Who are our new friends?" Noah wondered teasingly, grinning at the group.
Chris saw one of the girls lean over and whisper something in Noel's ear, and the girl smiled dreamily and mouthed, I know. Poor girls, they had no idea that they had absolutely zero chance with him.
"This is Erika." Shaena gestured the girl.
Lauren smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lauren, and this is Noah, and Dekka."
"Kind of cool that you two have the same hair style, huh?" Noah commented, nonchalantly, waving his hadn't absently. "I guess great minds really do think alike."
Erika blushed. "Actually, I saw it and had to go get it myself, so I guess great minds come up with good idea's and the rest of us plagiarize it."
They laughed. "So where have you seen me before?" Chris had to know, since she still couldn't recall the girl's face.
"All-region,"she smiled. "You were fourth chair and I was fifth."
It clicked in her mind, and Chris grinned. "Hey! I do remember you!"
She smiled. "I hope you don't mind the hair."
Chrs shrugged. "I should have guessed that someone would copy it eventually. That always happens.'
They stood there for a while and talked, until they had to start the trek back to the band stand, moving to beat the clock.
Individuality
By the time the game ended, and they made it back to the band room, everyone was essentially exhausted. Some didn't even wait, they stepped into the building, and sprawled out on the floor. Dekka was in room an additional hour, helping the uniform crew, and helping shove all of the percussion equipment back into the storage room.
When she was finally making her way to leave the building was still dotted with kids, some asleep, and others just too tired to get up and walk to the dorms. She passed Chris, who was leaned against the wall, looking comically similar to a puppet what had been plopped down there, and Shaena, who was leaned with her back against her friend, head lulled back onto her shoulder and mouth agape, snoring softly.
Usually Dekka would have left them there, just like that. They weren't her responsibility, they could do whatever they wanted. However, something compelled her to nudged Chris's foot lightly with her own, and then, when that didn't work, shake her shoulder. Chris jumped, shaking her head, her swoop becoming a golden halo. Her sudden movement caused Shaena to jerk awake, looking around frantically for the source of the disturbance. "As logical as sleeping on this hard floor is, I think you beds would be far better," Dekka informed them, crossing her arms.
Chris gave a large yawn, and agreed, climbing drowsily to her feet, and stumbling like a drunk. Dekka grabbed her arm, steadying her, and together, they managed to get Shaena, still far more than half-asleep, to her feet.
By the time they reached Dekka's room, Chris had managed to wake herself up only enough for an unsteady, stumbling walk, which was made to look even more dramatic by Shaena, who had not manage to wake up enough to walk effectively so instead, Chris had draped one of the girl's arms around her, and had one of her own around her friend's waist, supporting her herself.
At the door, Chris wished her good night, and thanked her, although Dekka doubted the younger girl knew exactly what she was thanking her for. Dekka didn't head into her own room until she saw Chris and Shaena disappear through their own door, half afraid that they wouldn't make it that far, but they did, so she went on in.
The room was completely, save for the lava lamp shining dull on the book shelf. She smiled at it, and crossed the room carefully to her bed. She tugged off her shoes, and was asleep before she ever hit her pillow.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she woke up. There was no way to tell by the sky, which was still hidden behind the black construction paper on the window. She was silghtly confused at first, unable to recall going to sleep. She was lying atop her comforter, on her ack, still dressed in the black band shirt and jeans that she had worn to the game.
As she lied there, trying to remember losing consciousness, she realized what had woken her.
A beam of light flashed across the ceiling, causing Dekka to bolt upright in bed, hands raising, which, in any other case, would have made her laugh at herself, but she was too focused on the intruder to care. "Who's there?"
The door, which had been edging quietly shut, slammed the last of the way as the intruder spun around, flashlight dropping to the floor in their surprise. "It's just me."
Dekka frowned, trying to place the voice, and just as it registered, the light flashed on and a groggy voice demanded, "What's going on?"
Lauren was sitting up in bed, the hair on the side of her head sticking out a crazy angles, one hand was on the light switch above her bed. Dekka realized she could have tuned on the light herself with her own switch and avoided a lot of this.
Jasamin was standing by the door, hands raised in a show of surrender. Her mousy hair was in all sorts of disarray. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and shorts that could only barely be seen under the shirt. The flashlight, still on the floor, looked as though it had barely missed smashing her bare feet.
"How did you get in here?" Dekka blinked, trying to rid the spots from her vision, and dropped her arms. It was the only thing she could think to say.
"Uh.."Jasamin rubbed her arm uncomfortably, "There..there was...ah..."
"I leave my key hidden outside at night," Lauren helped, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She shifted so she could lean against her head board. "Jasamin is in a room by herself and sometimes she gets scared. So I used to leave a key so she could come sleep in here when she needed to. Sorry, I've gotten so used to it that I forgot to warn you."
Dekka remembered Brianna, who used to sneak into the house when she thought Dekka was asleep, and crawl into her bed. She would always leave at the crack of dawn, before Dekka awoke, or so she thought. Maybe she was worried that Dekka would tell her to stop if she knew, or see her as weak, but Dekka had never asked, never even revealed that she knew, just let her do it, because if it helped, then Dekka couldn't say no.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot you were even in here, I was still half-asleep, and I wasn't thinking about it..."
Dekka waved her to silence. "It's okay whatever."
She smiled thankfully. Lauren held out an arm, and Jasamin scurried across the room, crawling into the bed and fitting herself into the space. Lauren gave her a light squeeze and mouthed thank you to Dekka, who flopped back down on the bed and muttered, "Just turn off the lights, would you?"
Okay, so, I'm happier with this ending then I was with the ending to last chapter. It feels like this was really a chapter ending instead of me just cutting a scene short, which is how I felt at the end of last chapter. Anyhoo!
Questions!
1. The beginning of this chapter started with a flash back, I'm considering doing this at the beginning of every chapter as a sort of foreshadowing to what's going on in the chapter, or a bit of explanation to the last chapter, and also, so we learn some about the Headline Academy kids. So what do you think? Good idea? Horrible idea? 20 points!
2. What was your favorite scene from this chapter? 10 points!
3. Okay, we're at Chapter five, which is a miniature milestone, plus, we reached double digits in the review! So, I'll only ask questions about he overall story at time like this. So...Which scene so far has been your favorite, or has stood out to you the most for any reason. 30 points!
Challenge!
It mentions that only one person knows the full story of Lauren's past in this chapter. I hinted at who it was, but I didn't just come out and say it. I thougt I made it kind of obvious, but you never know, it may have simply been because I already know who it is. So who is the is the person that knows Lauren's story? 30 points for the first. 20 points for every one after. and 10 for effort.
Okay! So I hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to leave a review!