I fiddle at
the edge of the bookmark for a moment, hesitating. But I know I’m going to open
it eventually.
‘Messages’
isn’t quite the right word for it.
I think I
get pieces of outlines, drawings of characters, that sort of thing. It usually
signals a big shift in the plot. I haven’t gotten any in awhile.
I never see
the drafts coming. It’s the one thing I never catch glimpses of.
Sometimes I see small things, like what we’ll have for lunch.
More often, however, I see the big stuff, like a hurricane.
You’d think letters from our equivalent of God would count.
I sigh, and
flip open my notebook.
It’s a
picture of some guy I’ll meet. Darker hair, of course, to mark him as
‘important’, a piercing blue gaze, obviously, and a very handsome face-
Oh no.
I slam the
notebook shut, and bury my face into my hands. Trying to block out the oncoming
changes to the story, and the new, fuzzy voice that buzzes in my head.
I’ll ‘meet’
him in gym on Friday. It’ll have been like he was always there, always a part
of this story. He’ll come up to me, and we’ll talk about Star Wars until we get
in trouble with the teacher.
And since when did I like Star Wars?
Since The Author watched the latest movie, apparently, as the picture bore an
uncanny resemblance to Kylo Ren.
I had to
stop this from happening.
My mind
raced, I tried to stand up to run to the bathroom, but my limbs refused to
move. I tried to cry out, but my mouth was sealed shut. I bit, I pushed, I
kicked…
Until
finally, Ms. Julian stepped out of the room, and Miley sat beside me.
It all came
crashing down on me at once.
I didn’t
have any control.
I couldn’t
cut myself free.
I was
trapped.
“That’s my
seat.”
I looked up
to see Jessica scowling down at Miley.
She shifted,
“Ms. Julian said it was free seating.”
“It’s an
unspoken rule.”
Miley
glanced at me, and I felt myself shrug.
Jessica
rolled her eyes, and pinched her nose, “Look, clearly your new here, so I’ll
give you one chance to get the truck out of my seat, unless you want to have
some problems.”
“Shut it,
Jessie.” Emily says. “We’ve all heard your little speech a thousand
times.”
Jessica
tilts her head towards me, as if she had just realized I was there. “Look at
you, standing up for the new girl. Stay out of this, Harper. Let the big kids
play.”
“That’s big
talk coming from the Queen of Dress Up herself.” Emily snapped.
Some of the boys in the back oohhhed
playfully.
Jessica narrowed her eyes down at Emily. Before she
backed away a couple paces.
Then, her mouth opened, and she seemed to say something, but Emily couldn’t
hear it. Miley turned pink as Jessica walked away.
I crashed back into myself.
That's not right.
She's supposed to say a mean comment about Miley.
What's going on?
But before I could puzzle it out any further, Ms. Julian stepped into the room, and started her lesson.
I bent my
head down, and tried to listen.
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