"Where the hell have you been?" Grace said, looking away from the T.V.
"I went to the plaque..." I said, realizing the note was on the ground.
"Why without us?"
"You guys were making up and crap," I said, "anyway, I found a note... but... it fell. Shit."
"What did it say?"
"About like... Adam giving up... and stuff. I don't know. Crap, crap, crap!"
"Shit," she whispered, "it's ok. I mean... what's the worst that can happen?"
"Can we not talk about this now?" I asked.
I slipped into the covers, grabbing the only book I actually like to read over and over again, The Scarlet Letter. I groaned, turning on my bedside lamp.
"You ok?" Grace asked.
"Yup," I mumbled.
"Fine," she said, "want popcorn?"
"I already brushed, thanks," I said.
"Why are you so bitchy?"
I looked at her, pouting.
"I'm just tired," I said.
"Ok," she said, obviously not believing me.
She continued to flip through the channels.
"Grace," I said, "can you come up here for a second?"
She groaned, climbing up the ladder.
"Dexter... he tried to have sex with me... I was in his room because I was... bored or something. Anyway, he made a sex tape of me and Jacob and... I have the flashdrive with me... but, don't tell anyone ok? Especially Stacey... and I'm pissed right now. Jacob and I are just friends and I'm super confused right now, ok?"
She nodded, hugging me, knowing that words wouldn't do anything.
"Breakfast at Tiffany's?" she asked, knowing my favorite make-me-feel-better-movie.
I nodded, closing my book. She jumped off the bed and placed the DVD in. I sighed, hoping that Stacey would understand like this... if I ever told her.
I moaned, getting out of bed, sluggishly. I saw that everyone was still sleeping, as usual. I walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I stared at myself. There were dark rims around my eyes. I sighed. I leaned in close, feeling like someone was behind. But, wouldn't I see? I mean, it was a mirror. I leaned in closer. I jumped back. Julia's face was staring straight at me. Her long black hair, fair skin, and dark eyes were clearly visible. I blinked and her face was gone. I shook my head, knowing I had been hallucinating. Shit, but it seemed so real. I groaned, splashing cold water into my eyes. I walked out of the bathroom, suddenly seeing every girl in the building gathered together. Some of them were crying, some were quietly praying, some were sniffling.
"What happened?" I whispered, asking Anne Marie.
"They found her body," she mumbled, "Julia's really dead."
She nodded. The teachers were trying to calm everyone down. I heard police sirens, fading away in the distance. And I saw Mr. Parker come in from the elevator with Mrs. Vanderbrook.