Chapter 30! Thanks for all your reviews. No, this isn't Skye, but I had a case of Skye-writers-block (is that even possible?) Anyways, the next one will be Skye's. Oh and don't forget to . . .
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-MuseGoddess
JACKIE O
ALLIE'S BED
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18
5:17 AM
Allie's POV
Allie woke up the next day, heart pounding. The room was dark and her fellow O's were still asleep, catching some Z's. She could distinctly hear AJ sleep-humming "Identity Theft".
Allie rolled over a tapped a finger to her aPod, which was nestled in its charging dock, to wake it from sleep mode. It flickered on and she sighed—the glowing gold digits in the corner read 5: 17 am.
She turned over to go back to bed, remembering why she'd woken up so abruptly. A horrible dream, one where Anastasia had nabbed the part of Juliet, flashed through her head.
Ping!
Allie grabbed her aPod, clicking on the message. It was from Careen.
Careen: Rehearsals begin today! I've attached your script so you can practice.
She hit the link and waited as the script loaded. Finally, she scrolled down to the cast list. She looked for the name Juliet Capulet, expecting it to be highlighted, but it wasn't. Instead the name Juliet's Nurse was.
It hadn't been a dream. She was the Nurse, and Anastasia got to kiss Mel in front of the entire school—or what was left of it, at least.
After breakfast, Allie headed down to the beach. It was hot, but an artificial breeze tempered the heat. The weather was fake but felt strangely authentic.
This was exactly what she'd done back at Santa Ana—found a quiet place by the seashore to think. It had always helped, but not today.
"I trust Mel," she said aloud, to reassure herself.
"That's good to hear," said a familiar voice, and she whipped around. Her boyfriend's white-blond head bobbed above a pink sand dune and he slung his arm around her.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey yourself," he answered, hand wrapped around his phone.
"How'd you find me?" she asked.
"Downloaded my mom's Alpha Tracking App," he grinned. (A/N: No, Mel is NOT a stalker). He tapped on a golden A on his phone's screen and it brought up a detailed map of Alpha Island full of small gold dots. Using his fingers, he widened the beach until she could see a sparkly golden A labeled ALLIE A ABBOT. Not dots, she realized, A's. (A/N: Got the idea form Harry Potter's Marauder's Map! HP forever!)
"Neat," she grinned. "Can I see it?"
He handed her his phone and she whisked around the island, occasionally zooming in for glances at the constantly moving letters.
Then she spotted one that made her stomach clench. Outside the Pavilion was an A labeled as ANASTASIA BROWNLING.
"Oh, look at the time," she said, handing his phone back. "We better not be late for drama."
They headed for the theater building.
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