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Ivy's POV

After lunch, I walked to my next class, gym. This was one of the only things that I was always better at than Donna. In the locker room, girls were chatting happily in their undergarments as they got changed. I kept my head down as I speed walked to my combination locker. I quickly changed into my athletic uniform, and entered the gymnasium.

After the teacher called attendance, she introduced what we were doing today; climbing. I grinned from ear to ear. Even though I excelled at all sports, climbing had to be what I was best at.

It was entertaining to watch all of the River Clique girls fall off of the rock wall after about five seconds. One Shadow Clique girl named Dawn was pretty good, but I would beat her for certain. I approached the wall, took a deep breath, and started to climb. I easily found handholds and footholds, and I scaled the wall quickly and efficiently. I rang the bell at the top, and jumped down. All of my classmates were staring at me with expressions of jealousy and surprise.

'Take that Donna!' I thought smugly. She had gone first, and she climbed about one foot before freaking out. She walked over to me, her curly brown hair swaying.

"Good job Ivy!" She congratulated me. I shrugged and smiled at her like I didn't think it was that big of a deal.

Before I knew it, class was over. I walked to the locker room, and stepped into one of the locker room showers. I stripped off my clothes, and turned on the faucet. The cool water felt refreshing on my sweaty face. I lathered soap all over my body, making sure that I was getting rid of the smell.

But a few moments later, the stream of water stopped, even though I hadn't turned of the faucet. Confused, I jiggled the shower head to try and get the water flowing again. Suddenly, the shower head started to shake and gurgle, and I stepped back, puzzled.

Just then, a thin, black substance that looked like ink spouted from the faucet and pooled around my feet. It started to bubble up, and the boiling ink felt like acid to my bare skin. I wanted to scream in agony, but my mouth felt like it was full of ink proceeded to rise higher and higher, hissing and scorching my flesh. Finally, as the ink reached my chest, I was able to scream at the top of my lungs.

As soon as I did, the black liquid quickly disappeared down the drain. I rushed to cover myself with a towel as Donna yanked back the shower curtain. She was wrapped in a towel, and her usually perfect brown curls were soapy and dripping wet.

"What's wrong?" She asked, gazing at me worriedly.

I was speechless for a moment, but managed to stutter, "There was this black stuff that came out of the faucet and it burned my skin!"

Donna looked puzzled as she stared at my legs. "You don't look burned," she observed. "Also, these pipes are brand new. I doubt that anything like that would've come out of them. Could it have been that you were just imagining things?"

I knew that I hadn't been imagining anything. I was certain. The pain I had felt when the liquid touched my body was not something of the imagination. However, I shrugged. "I guess." I mumbled.

Donna smiled sadly at me. "I'm worried about you Ivy." She said, before exiting the shower stall.

My skin still tingled from the acidic ink. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to take a shower again.

Donna's POV

A week after the shower incident with Ivy, I stood on the balcony of the school and peeked through my binoculars, spying upon the different students mingling with one another.

My binoculars were a gift from my grandmother, Bridget. She said that her mother had given them to her, and that she expected me to do the same to my children. My binoculars were my favorite thing in the whole wide world. I even liked them more than my white headband.

"I've noticed that you often have that thing hanging around your neck." A voice said from behind me. I spun around, and saw an amber eyed boy smirking at me.

"Er- yeah. My grandmother gave them to me." I explained, my cheeks turning pink.

Tyler stared at me for a second, and I could feel my cheeks growing warm from his intense amber gaze.

"Can a take a peek?" He asked, looking at my binoculars.

"Oh, um- yeah!" I stuttered as I handed him my prized possession. He put them up to his eyes and looked at the courtyard below.

"I can see why you like these things." He murmured and handed me back my binoculars.

I gave him a sweet smile as I hung them around my neck. "Yeah, they're pretty cool," I said, and checked my watch.

"Shoot! It's time for cheer tryouts!" I exclaimed and glanced up at Tyler. "See you later?" I asked.

"How about here, at eleven o'clock in the evening?" He suggested.

I nodded my head vigorously. "It's a date!" I chirped happily, and then blushed after I realized what I had said. Tyler laughed loudly.

"You're adorable when you blush." He told me. By this point, I must have been tomato red, but I felt like I was on cloud nine. But unfortunately, I couldn't stay and talk to my dream boy if I wanted to make the cheer team. I ran down the halls, into the gymnasium, where the tryouts were being held. Cindy brightened instantly when she saw me.

"Donna! I was worried you wouldn't show up!" She exclaimed, and we hugged each other. Since I was the last one to arrive, Cindy and another cheerleader named Heather started to tell us what we are going to have to do when we were trying out. Several girls went before me, performing their routines. My heart sunk as I saw how flexible and talented they were.

"Donna? You're up next." Heather told me. I smiled at her, took a deep breath, and started my routine.