3 Part 3

"Shimmering,shining and gleaming

Is guarded as it is leaning

Like a mirror of reflection

Showcasing it's perfection

Locking up it's fierce, passionate spirit

Making people reluctant to give it

Not only that is it's purpose

Whose loss would make a great fuss

As being part of a key

Which philosophers could not recognize and see

But the real question is can you guard and save me?"

I to be honest thought that this must be some kind of joke. I mean it obviously ought to be some weird kind of welcoming that Heather had in store for me.

All I could hope at that moment was that she hadn't gone nuts like last year when she tried to spray paint my locker and fortunately I caught her red handed.

I mean she actually isn't so bad except when she is in a bad mood ( which is like 6 days in a week at least).

There were times when she used to be nice to me when I thought that we were friends. She got me a necklace once for my birthday before she turned savage and all.

Who knew that people can change drastically over such a short span of time? When that happened, she started this war with me that I knew nothing about!

That was also the same time that I figured that her anger is directly proportional to her craziness.

I realized this fact when she started revenge in odd ways like decorating my locker and writing (which I think is a waste of time) and acting as if we were the best of friends at times.

Well, it's high time that I put a full stop to this childishness I thought creating a mental to do list with talking to Heather as my first priority.

I then picked up my books for class since the bell rang. At the same time however my phone also vibrated.

Perhaps a message from Heather I thought before leaving my phone in the locker and while walking off to class and also slipping the letter onto one of my books since it was of course the evidence.

At the entrance of the class I met John waiting for me and escorting me as if he were some sort of bodyguard.

That's when I realized how messed up high school can be that you seriously need someone to walk you to class.

That was the pathetic life of Charlotte Pourquoi, by the way. With the rainbows and sunshine disappeared from the morning that I had, I was glad to have English as the first class of the day and year.

Even if it were my favorite subject I hadn't paid any attention to what my teacher said as I was in my own thoughts the whole morning.

Only at lunch was I brought back to earth by Kelly and John who were apparently mad at me for some reason.

"Thanks for answering the notes that I passed to you during class" said Kelly, with the so much for being such a great best friend look.

"Uh?" was all I could respond, cause after all it was my fault too, so I decided to be silent and not talk much.

"What's up Charlotte?. This is so unlike you to be in such a mood" said John noticing my drain in energy.

That was when I explained the whole situation to them.

"How can you be so sure that it was her?" said Kelly.

"After all, I don't think she's patient enough to come up with a poem" added John to talk me out of having a conversation with Heather.

I was forced to put up a face of conviction since the bell rang and it was no use arguing with them.

Promising my friends that I'll catch up with them, I grabbed my books to enter my history class.

Before I could do so, I was called by the Principal who said that he had some important news to share with me.

Imagining the worst case scenario, I stepped into the Principal's office to find something that I definitely did not expect...