Chapter Three

“So you see him every night?” Amy asked me as we walked to school the next morning.

“Pretty much,” I replied.

“Are you sure you don’t know him?” Amy asked, getting a worried tone in her voice.

“It’s nothing,” I assured her.

“How do you know?” she whispered, looking around.

“I just do,” I said, even though I really wanted to say, “I don’t.”

“Ok, so…” I could tell that Amy desperately wanted to change the subject.

“Did you do the math homework last night?” I asked.

“We had homework?” she cried.

“This is what study hall is good for,” I told her as we walked up the steps of the school.

The End

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