Chapter 17

• You know there are times in your life when you can just guess that some days aren’t the best days for you? Like you just wake and know “Today is going to be fucked!”
• Yeah, I felt that way this morning. As soon as I woke up I got this feeling that something was wrong and no it wasn’t because Charlie was spending forever in the bathroom or because she was singing off-key at the top of her voice or that my skirt was slightly rumpled or that on the way to breakfast at the dining I almost tripped and fell or that Helen was at the far end of the dining stuffing her face with toast and butter and hot chocolate or that Annabel Reed said my chemistry write up was pretty impressive. No, it was no of those! Something was up and I could tell deep in my bones there it wasn’t something good. Whatever it was was making the hair at the back of my neck rise. It’s that feeling you get when someone is about to jump out in the shadows and stab with a knife, or when you feel you are about to walk into a trap. I hated the feeling. It was a new unusual feeling that gave me chills.
• Even after breakfast, the feeling persisted until the toast in my belly felt too heavy for me. As we left the dining to head to the assembly hall I turned around to make sure no one had it for me. Heather, Dahlia and Lola didn’t seem to even know I existed today of all days, Tyler was too busy whispering sweet nothings to Lola, Jordan…who I still have not said a word to was nowhere in sight and Christian…oh Christian with his brooding face was too busy downing the last of his eggs to care about me…until he looked up at the last moment and caught my eye. The idiot had the audacity to raise an arrogant brow before smirking.