(Ok, sorry for not updating in a while, I've been away and without internet, yes it was awful and yes I survived. But I spent over two days in total travelling and I've got a bunch of chapters to post now so I hope they aren't too bad because it's currently 2am right now and I can't sleep ?)

Chapter 25.

"It's a bit late in the year to be getting your uniforms isn't it, girls?" The shop assistant asks. She has her dark brown hair in a pony tail and her face is sprinkled with freckles . "We're buying them ahead of time." I lie.

"Well, I'll see what we have. No promises though."

"Ok, thank you." Chantelle says as the woman walks behind the counter

"This shop is smaller than I remember." I recall.

"What year were you in when you left? Was it seven?" Chantelle scratches the back of her head. "Yeah, why?"

"I sort of recognise you."

I scan my brain trying to remember a Chantelle. "No, I'm sorry I don't know you."

Chantelle knits her eyes brows.

"Really?" She asks. I nod.

"Katy, I've been to your house."

I blink a couple of times. "What?"

"Do you seriously not remember? I knew you straight away, we were best friends and then you just disappeared." I don't react, "The first time I came was to your birthday sleep over, it was just us two plus Grace. We danced to every song on your phone."

"I've never had a phone. And prove it, what does Grace look like?"

"She tried to dye her hair blonde, but it didn't work and your dad made her cut it off as a punishment."

"I remember the hair disaster, but I don't remember dancing. We don't celebrate birthdays."

"You had to share your bedroom with Grace, you were such a neat freak and you always used to complain about how disgusting Grace was. And that she would never sleep in her own bed."

"I, how do you know that?"

"Look, I didn't want to tell you this in front of my sisters but I know you. Ask my sisters, they'll tell you that I cried for a week straight after you left. They never met you because your dad never wanted you to come round my house and they were in year six but I told them about you."

"They're the same age as me," I raise my eyebrows. "Why would they be in year six when I was in year seven?"

"I don't know but, oh Hades she's back act natural."

"Ok, so do you want to try these in first?" The woman asks.

"Actually, I think we're just going to take them." Chantelle coos. And her voice is so sweet and gentle that it makes my belly flip."

"Ok, would you like a bag?" The assistant smiles.

"Yes please."

"Ok," she holds put a big plastic bag and drops six blazers, six shirts, six ties and six pairs of trousers into the bag. "We were never here." Chantelle insists and she nods. We walk out of the shop before we hear "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT JANE?" Inside the shop.

"Oh bloody Hades, run." Chantelle laughs as we run up the bank in the direction of the train station. We hear a door slam followed by "THIEF!" Chantelle and I turn a corner and I see two police officers out of the corner. I speed up a bit but Chantelle is dragging back behind. I un clip my locket cha in and hold it out to her, not even closing it again. Chantelle puts it on. She opens the locket and I run into an alley. When I look back I see an identical copy of me wear if exactly the same clothes I was but without my back pack or the plastic bag.

The officers just run straight past her. They didn't see the change. When they're out of sight, I jog up to her. "Er," I don't know how to begin. "Hang on, close the locket again." I say. Chantelle does so and her hair grows and her eyes darken until she looks herself again. She's wearing her ripped jeans and black crop top again and the plastic bag is back. "Ok, now open it." Chantelle bites her lip and I see myself again. But there's still something there that I don't have. Even though w look exactly the same, I don't see myself in what is in front of myself. She has my wavy brown hair and my green-grey eyes as me but my skin doesn't have the soft glow that she does and her eyes appear brighter than mine. I chew the inside of my lip. "Ok. Well, we need to get to the train station. Since se know that your stuff and the clothes will come back when you do, maybe you should stay like that?" I almost reach for my locket until I remember that it's hanging around Chantelle's neck.

"Yeah, and then we can figure this out. I thought I was supposed to turn invisible." She shrugs. "It is. Maybe it's just me. I've got an idea. Pass me the locket." Chantelle melts into her original self again as the chain pours into my palm. I put it around my neck and open the locket. When I look down, I see jeans instead of a skirt and Chantelle is raising her eyebrows. "damn." She says,

"Uh huh. But, I don't understand."

"It's magic. I don't think I understand half of it yet. When I found out that the sun is actually a car, it really messed me up."

"What!"

"Oh yeah, you know Apollo? He drives the sun chariot which is now a black sports car."

"But, I ought it was, what?"

"Like I said, it's usually better to just accept magic than to try to find any logic and reasoning. I guess that's easier said than done, especially for you. Anyways, we're five minutes away from the station, let's play a game called don't get arrested."

"Challenge accepted." I grin and close the locket up again.