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general was drama, but girls were just a headache that no painkiller could relieve.
    I went into my first period class, which was art class. Probably the only class I had to try in. I was not given the gift like my mother. My father must have been a horrible artist because I could not even draw a heart.
    “I'm so glad to see you Leanna,” said my teacher, Ms. Paine. “We've missed you.”
    I smiled, and knew she was lying. I did not know anyone's name in the class. I was sure they were amazing students and great people but I just did not care to talk to them.
    I raised my hand and the whole class stared at me. Even though I did not talk to them, it did not mean I did not talk at all. Most of the time it took the class bell to shut me up. “My mother is going to be on this new art show on FOX in three weeks. So, if you're interested maybe you should tune in.”
    “Oh, I heard about that show. That's amazing! Thanks for the information, Leanna,” Ms. Paine said.
    A girl, who looked like an obsessed Disney fan, stared at me from across the room. She was all sweaty with a Micky Mouse tank top and bunny ears as if it were Easter. I knew she had something to say to me so I stared back at her for a long second.
    “So, do you know anything about what happened to Mrs. Carol? You do live across the street from her,” said the crazy Disney fan. “Is it true that it was only her body left behind?”
    “I don't know much about what happened considering I was not home when the actual murder happened.”
    “You must have been with some boys,” said someone under their breath.
    “No, I wasn't. I was at...” I paused wondering why I had to defend myself from children I had nothing in common with besides being stuck in Riverbed. “It doesn't matter.”
    Ms. Paine walked over to my desk, “It's okay, Leanna. You don't have to explain anything. Just go ahead and finish that...um...apple?”
    I giggled and stared at my drawing. “I'm no Picasso.”
    As the class went on with their art work, I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. I forgot to put my phone on silent, because with it on vibrate I was always tempted to see who it was.
    I kept my worried eyes on Ms. Paine as I pulled my cell phone out. I placed the buzzing phone on my lap and instantly went to my inbox.
    Hey. It's me...
    I stared at the unknown number in confusion, wondering who “me” was. That could have been anyone in the world.
    Who is this?
    Instantly, I received a new text. Leanna, it's the hot guy you like...
    I knew lots of hot guys, but I did not like any of them. I’m sorry, I have no idea who this is, honey.
    Leanna, it's Christian!
    I laughed out loud and the class stared at me. I lifted my head up and pretended to draw my hideous apple again. When they went back to their work, I went back to my cell phone.
    I was just kidding , I texted. I knew it was you.
    You're missing out on everything. There are ten police at the bar questioning all the men and trying to get security cameras. The owner won't hand them over though. He said they don't reach Mrs. Carol's home—which is bullshit. I think he's hiding something.
    Are you serious? Um...how did you get my number?
    I waited for Christian to text me back, but he did not. I hated waiting, and the feeling of anticipation could have killed me.
    The bell rang for break time and I ran out the classroom first. I was supposed to put my artwork into my folder, but who was I kidding—that picture did not deserve a folder.
    I dialed Christian's cell phone for him to pick me up. Even though school would continue into the day, I could not stand being there. It was like I were being tortured to learn basic knowledge that I had learned in summer school three years prior.
    I sat on the school's front lawn, waiting for Christian to pick me up. As the bell to go back to class rang, I got annoyed, fantasizing about my new car. I wanted a little purple car, or maybe a truck so I would not stand out too much. But, it had to be