A/N: Chapter 15 already? Ah, where has the time gone? It started out on the first of November… I thought up a silly little story about an Australian teenager who was obsessed with The Beatles. The first chapter got one review, (albeit a pessimistic one) but I updated anyway. And then along came awesome Ruby Smith who kept reviewing from then on. Then around Chapter 8, I got ten reviews and I was like "WHAT!" and I saw that the lovely CheekyJohnnyBaby13 had reviewed all of my chapters up until then. She's reviewed every chapter – thank you so much! There were odd one-off reviews here and there, and Across the Water reviewed twice. Soooooo… I've decided to introduce a "Reviewer of The Chapter" thing. I guess you could say it's like Employee of the Month or something. The best review from the previous chapter will be mentioned in the next chapter. Tell me if you guys like that idea!
Oh, and I loved the review – "I BET IT'S TIM!"
Read on to see what is bothering Prudence!

Chapter 15 – Hey Bulldog

By lunch we were all still worrying about Prudence. She was in Anna and Patrick's science class in between morning tea and lunch.
"Any movement on the Prudence front?" I asked at lunch.
Anna and Patrick shook their heads.
"No," Patrick said, "She just did about four of Williamson's work sheets, not looking up once or talking to anybody."
"She was right next to me and didn't say a word," Anna added.
"This is getting worse," I announced seriously.
We were huddled closely in our circle like it was some secret and important meeting, "Someone needs to talk to her."
"I tried, she won't listen to me," Molly said.
"She's very reserved," Anna commented, "Even if you did try talking to her, she probably wouldn't respond."
"We need to let her know she can talk to us," I said.
"She won't listen. She's in too deep."
"Maybe we should… you know, follow her around," I suggested.
"What, stalk her?" Patrick seemed appalled.
"Yeah, it's the only way we're going to know what's bothering her."
"That's a tad creepy…"
"It needs to be done. This is a serious dilemma."
"Okay!" he was suddenly excited by the thought of stalking someone.
"We need to find her to stalk her," Anna pointed out.
"Well, she can't avoid us if she's in our classes, so we just follow her from there," I plotted.
"Are you sure this will work, Sadie?" Molly asked, doubting me, obviously.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Does anyone have any idea what's bothering her?" Anna asked.
"Wait!" I held my finger up, "I catch the bus with her! I can talk to her then! She can't run away from me then."

"Speaking of which, what was she like on the bus yesterday?" Molly brought up an interesting point.
"She was just normal. Completely normal, like nothing at all was wrong."
This baffled us so badly, we were practically in pain from not knowing.
"Did you two see the picture she posted?" Anna asked Patrick and I.
"Yeah, we did," I said crossly, "I wasn't happy. I spent half the night wondering why she'd do it. I was fearful about Max…"
"Oh, how'd he take it?" Molly asked.
"You never did tell me," Patrick said.
"He was a bit angry at first but I explained everything and he was fine with it in the end."
Patrick placed his hand across his chest in relief.
"I spoke to her on Facebook," he piped up.
"Really?" this was new to me, "What did she say?"
"Something like, 'sorry, I'll delete it now."
"That is so weird. When I spoke to her, she said things like 'it's a great picture' and stuff. Plus, her spelling and grammar was terrible."
"That certainly isn't like Prudence," Anna commented, "We all know what a grammar and spelling freak she is, even on Facebook."
"That's what made me so worried."

There was silence before Anna suggested what was on everyone's minds.
"You don't think…?"
"What?" my head snapped up, "That someone else posted it? Yes, I do."
"How though?" Patrick asked.
"I don't know."
"Come to think of it," Molly held her finger up. "I never saw her take the picture."
"Yeah, neither did I," Anna agreed, "We were sitting right here when you hugged."
So the mystery deepens. As we were saying that, we saw the subject of our conversation walking past us. Patrick elbowed me and nodded towards her.
"Don't pass me by, Prue!" I said, more to myself than anyone else. She looked distressed still, but a bit happier than before. She was clutching her books as if they were her security, and her head was down. Molly abruptly stood up to go over to her.
"Molly!" we hissed at her. This was no time to be approaching her randomly – it would only backfire in our faces. We watched Molly and Prudence talking, but we couldn't hear them from where we were sitting. Prudence was actually talking civilly with Molly. It looked like she was telling her something. Molly said Something back and Prudence continued to talk. As she did, Molly's face fell and her expression changed. It went from one of confusion to one of shock concern.
"She's told her," I confirmed flatly, slapping my hands on my knees.
"That was easier than we thought," Anna commented.

Molly looked like she was pleading with Prudence. Prudence just looked even sadder. Then I remembered that I have super-senses. I strained my ears to try and hear what they were saying, but I got only a part of the muffled conversation.
"Sadie… understand," I heard Molly say.
"Can't… too much… tell," was all I heard from Prudence.
Just then, Prudence walked away coyly, leaving a shocked and worried looking Molly. She eventually turned around and came back to sit with us.
"Well?" we asked her.
"You're right," she answered me, "It wasn't her who posted it."
"Then who was it?"
She flatly refused to tell me.
"Come on, Mol, we've been waiting for this! Why can't you tell us who it is?"
She didn't even answer that question. Instead, she gathered up her lunchbox and rubbish and walked away.
"Something's wrong," Anna commented.
"Well we know that," Patrick said sarcastically.
"Yeah, but why won't she tell us?"
"Maybe Prudence asked her not to," I suggested, all of a sudden surprising myself by taking Prudence and Molly's side, "We shouldn't keep pestering her."
Patrick and Anna exchanged confused and surprised glances. The bell rang then, signalling that it was time to go to our second last class of the week.

Friday afternoon. How I loved the weekend. It seemed longer, but in reality this Tim thing had only started a week ago. Tim… I spat at the name. It was like venom, evil. I was so glad that he was suspended – hopefully I wouldn't see him for at least three weeks. But fate would probably have me running into him at the shopping centre again. And God knows how that would turn out.
I was bored. There was no one around to talk to. I was just lying on my bed, thinking. Then I began wondering about our powers… where had they come from? Why did we have them? Why weren't we – dare I say it – dead? And why did the moon attack? I leaned over and grabbed my laptop off the floor. I then searched something I probably should've searched earlier…

A/N: Okay, so it was really short and kinda a filler chapter. And I didn't really say what was wrong with Prue. I love Hey Bulldog, just thought I'd let you know. I can't think of chapter titles for some chapters, so I'm getting poetic, technical, symbolic, whatever you'd like to call it. Can you guess why this one was called Hey Bulldog?
Here are some words darker than Prudence's secret… review please!