CHAPTER 3.

PHOEBE'S POV. 

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Getting down from the bus and looking at the horror that is my high school, I felt nervous. As nervous as I have felt every single day for the past few years..  

I walk into school praying that I don't have to make any interactions with people.  Believe it or not people actually talk to me but it's just that I never know what to reply with and I just end up freaking out and saying the first thing that comes to my mind which is never a good idea. somebody could hit me with a "What's up" and my reply would be "Yeah, thanks. You too". And that is even one of my best replies. Believe me, I have replied with worse answers.. 

Another prayer point of mine is that I don't mistakely run into Kevin and trip on an invisible stone like I always seem to do whenever he is around. I am actually really thankful that I don't get bullied as much as the nerds, I mean smart people do in the books I read. Yeah there is the occasional talking and eye rolls when I answer a question in class, not of my own free will of course but that Is as much as it gets....

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I have English class first but it is the first day of school and nobody really takes it seriously, even the teachers. I go to grab my books and writing materials from my locker which was down the hall where people rarely passed.. It was just a few lockers there and I am very thankful for that..  I grab the books and other stuff that I will need for all my classes before break time and make it to my English class..

Yup, just as I guessed it, nobody was there, not even our English teacher Mrs Hart..  I take a seat by the front corner and put my head on the table and drifted off into..... I'm sure you know where....

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Most of my classes went the same way as the first but I was able to get some work done..  Of course I've already read through my textbooks but no harm in going over again.. for the 5th  time.

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It is finally time for break.. I make my way to the schools cafeteria and funny enough, I see more students than I had thought I would... So if they have been around all this time , where the heck have they been and don't you dare say "around"....

My school just like ever school had people who had their cliques. You know, little or large groups of people with the same purpose, standard, popularity status, attitude, vibe, goals & aspiration, I could go on but I think you get the gist already. 

They were usually scattered. Sitting with their groups away from the other groups. it was like people just knew where they did and didn't belong. The nerds (me excluded of course) were sitting at one corner of the room, the geeks, sitting in another corner, members of the music and drama club, seated at a joined table at another corner, the regular cool people, scattered all over the place in their little groups, and let's not forget the populars which include the jocks and the cheerleaders amongst others, seated on the pedestal; the elevated place in the schools cafeteria which I am pretty sure is as a result of another bad architectural design or bad building construction because those stairs (if I may call them that) lead to no where...

KK happens to be among the populars and that means that he too sits on the pedestal.. And from my corner in the cafeteria, I have a clear view of him. He is not here right now though, he is probably at football practice or doing something football related.. Man that man loves football 

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The cafeteria is normally lively and filled with so much energy but today, today was different, something was off, even though everybody was separated into their litter groups or cliques, they all seemed to be doing the same thing. Waiting. Looking anxiously at their phones and then the person seated next to them. Everybody had the same expression, anxious, disturbed, like something big was about to happen.. Dare I say it, they even looked some what, scared ?. I think there is something going on that I don't know about...  Now if I weren't myself, I would just tap on somebodys shoulder and ask them what was going on but no, Can't trust this mouth around my peers.

Since there is absolutely nothing I can do about the current situation of the students of South Philly high, I just sit alone in my corner by the window, which automatically became my spot since nobody else sits there. Plus did I mention that it has a perfect view of Kevin. it also has a great view of the parking lot and the garden if you have great eye sight which obviously I don't.

Anyways, I am currently looking at the parking lot just lost in space when I see a motor cycle pass by. It is a black motor cycle, Kind of like the ones they use in the movies, you know, the one that that the bad guys usually ride in the novels.. 

The bike comes to a stop in the spaces for motor bikes and the rider comes down, and although I can not be sure if it is a boy or a girl because I can't see the riders face due of their black helmet, but one thing I do know is, I do not want to mess with the Bike rider...