Chapter Nine.

"Are you sure you want to shove a dead rat inside Charli's locker? I mean, you know how extreme she can get, what if she decides to shove a live snake in your backpack? "In a panicked expression, voice laced with jittery concern , Nico kept asking , a cute Stuart little like mouse cradled inside his cupped hands ,tiny squeaks escaping its tiny mouse mouth.

The once flooded hallways had been emptied, an eerie atmosphere settling around us as our footsteps bounced against the metal rowed walls in a frightful echo. Missing seventh period to execute my petty and juvenile revenge on that goth freak seemed far more reasonable and significant than squeezing my butt on a wooden chair, listening to Ms.Beedy explaining William Snorespear's boring sonnets.

Something about the seventeen hundreds' literature just doesn't seat right with me. Saying Doth instead of do and mine eyes instead of my eyes just seemed ridiculous to me. Like why try to act like you're better than us? Just 'cause I opt