My story begins here with a typical school day.
"Chloe. wake up!" Rachel yelled. Rachel was our house maid. "you don't want to be late for school again?"
"i'm up!" i yelled back.
I quickly dress and run down the stairs. yes, I run down stairs.
"Hey Chloe." Joey says. Joey is a cab driver. He is the only one to call me by my wretched first name.
"Hey Joey." I say. "Lets gat a move on it. I don't want to be late. Again."
"On it. I saw-" He says.
"Joey watch out!" I scream. I saw a little girl step out on to the street in front of us. Joey slams the breaks.
"What is it Chloe?" He says. "There wasn't any thing there. Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. sorry. I thought I saw a little girl step onto the street. Never mind. Must be me."
"Okay."
I arrived at journalism school. I'm a writer. Well, a screen writer. I write little plays and stories. It's fun. writing-
"Hey Chloe!" Logan Perix runs up to me. (i don't like Nate.)
"Hey Perd!" I smile.
Logan is one of my best only goes by Perd.
"Screen writing is in 5 minutes." He says.
"I know. Tell Perry I'll be late." I say.
"Okay."
I go to my locker and grab my books. My locker closes automaticaly. I look up and freeze.
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p.s. i don't own anything kelley armstrong does :(