Great, I'm 20 minutes late. Classes have already started and being late won't do good for my semester grades. Thank god my parents are friends with the principle. Another asset of being privileged. Taking my handbag I get out of my car. I instantly smell the spring breeze. Such a good feeling. If school did not exist I would've liked Spring more than Summer. Being able to see the nature grow its roots once again and smelling the strong aroma of flowers, what a blessing! Passing through the front door I take lne last breath and try to inhale the nice aroma of the surrounding flowers. It's almost summer though. Can't wait to have pool party's with friends. Bathing and swimming in the Miami beach. Daydreaming about my summer plans while walking on school territory isn't smart at all. Seconds later I find my skirt and hands under paint. "Just great!" I murmur. So called artists.. leaving their materials eveywhere
After trying to clean the paint off my skirt with no succes, I give up and decide not to attend my first class at all. It'll finish within minutes anyway. While heading to my next class to make sure I won't be late agan I hear a Female voice stuttering on my way "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry, dude.. Don't tell The Elite about this." confused and shocked I try to follow and locate the source of her voice. Olivia, a girl from my class and an older male voice arguing in a shallow corridor. My curiosity seeks its prey and I find myself eavesdropping on their conversation without them being able to see nor me seeing them.
Leaning against the trophy cabin to steady myself I start the hunting. "Have you lost your mind Olivia?! How could you do that to Miss Baldwin? What if she didn't recover her and lose her memory for a stupid test you failed!" the guy silently screams while gesturing his anger in his voice. I can feel his anger for some reason, even though none of his words make any sense. "But she didn't.. " she squeaks while continuing "So there's no problem, right? Okay, I admit that it wasn't worth all the trouble.. I wasn't thinking straight. But what does it matter she's okay now? She only lost today!" Olivia reacts stubbornly. "Look Jacob I'm sorry for what I've done but let's drop this, please. I don't want to get in any more trouble." Olivia counters before Jacob can react. How could she possibly erase a persons memory? What are they talking about? "You should've thought about that before acting so careless. You could have spoiled our cover! You know better than to mess with these stuff, Oliv. The Elite won't be as kind as me to even bother arguing with you!" Jacob says a little too loud. The Elite? I question "Please Jacob, just leave and don't mention this to The Elite I will never be this careless again." Olivia sincerely says making me grunt. "Please tell me you won't tell anyone about this.. Hello,.. Jacob you awake? Stop ignoring me!" Olivia slacks around. "I think we're being eavesdropped" Jacob says "As if thats possible we're the only Psychics here.." Olivia stammers and soon after that I feel a strong but familiar grip on my left arm wrecking me out of my cover; I'm caught.
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