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Wendy
"I was thinking about taking him to his favorite restaurant, since last year he took me to mine. What do you think, Wendy?
"Yeah..."
Abby slammed her locker door shut.
"Wendy!
"Huh, what? I think
Abby stared at her. "
"Glad I could help. So what do you know about the new kid?
Abby glanced over at him and cringed. He was just standing there, staring into his empty locker. He must have felt two pairs of eyes on him because he slowly turned to look at the girls. He had on pasty white foundation, messy black eyeliner, and red lipstick that went up the corners of his mouth giving him a creepy grin. Although Abby turned away, Wendy continued to stare into those coal black eyes through his messy black fringe.
"He's so interesting..."
"
Wendy whirled around and looked at her friend.
"At least
"You
Abby once again glanced over at the boy, who was still staring at Wendy.
"He creeps me out.
"Oh, come on! Give him a chance. I bet he was ostracized at his last school just because he was different.
"I still have a bad feeling about him, Wen. Maybe those kids at his last school were on to something.
Wendy rolled her eyes as Tucker strode up to them.
"Hey ladies,
"Hey babe!
Tucker looked expectantly at Wendy, who had returned the strangers gaze. Finally, Tucker tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ahem.
"Oh, hi Tuck! Happy two-year anniversary.
"Thanks Wen, I
"What do you know about the new kid?
Tucker shared a worried glance with his girlfriend.
"You mean the Joker wannabe? I heard
"Are you serious!?
"Nah,
"I know you like weirdoes, Wen. But
"Ugh.
"Whatever, Tuck. Why
Abby smiled.
"Not a bad idea. It is our anniversary after all, and this is our last year in high school. Why
She took his arm and pulled him towards a
Wendy turned and pretended to rummage through her locker. She would never admit that she was jealous of her best
Wendy turned around to see that the hallway was just about empty. The boy was still there, staring into his locker once again. Wendy started to head to class, but turned again to look at him. He would probably be teased and avoided by everyone else in school. She remembered how no one would talk to her because she was different, until Abby, and later Tucker, came around. Wendy took a deep breath, and marched over to him.
Although she knew he heard her approaching, he
"Oh, um, hi!
The boy cocked his head at her. Wendy had to admit that up close, he looked a little scarier. His eyes were bloodshot, like he
"My name is Wendy. I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anyone to show you around,
He turned to close his locker and then faced her again. Wendy shuffled her feet.
"So um,
"Jeff."
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Wendy winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded dry, like he needed to drink a glass of water.
"Well, Jeff, how about I show you to your first class?
As Wendy gently took the crumpled up schedule from him, an image flashed through her mind as their fingers touched. It was of herself, covered in blood, and pointing an accusatory finger at her. "
"Are you
"Yeah.
Wendy wondered what it meant as they walked down the hall. Could it be an omen? Did it have something to do with Jeff? No,
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