Chapter Eight.

Whoever placed a dead bird inside my locker was declaring war with the wrong person. The lifeless carcass plopping down next to my feet as soon as I yanked the metal door open brought a terrified from Emerald who by then was standing next to me the whole time. A raven ,its jet black feathers shining like a wet obsidian rock , a putrid smell stabbing my sinuses in an unwelcomed assault .

The stench of death.

A yellow note had been tied on its dry scaly feet.

Cautiouly bending down, I plucked the note from its lifeless leg, supressing a gag as I brought the note to my eyes , meeting with the world's most ugliest handwriting decorated on it.

Enjoy the present :P

It read and my lips creased in a smirk. I knew the owner of that atrocious handwriting anywhere. So she's still mad at me, isn't she? Although, I hate to admit , her handwriting wasn't all that bad and it pains me to admit that. Zac shows up to my locker just in time to see me and Emerald staring at the morbid creature ,its to