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Chapter 1: Rogue and Riley

•~ Meridian, Mississippi ~•

"So...Marie, you wanna hang out tomorrow? We can watch that new movie you were so crazy about." I suggested as I tried not to trip over the large cracks on the sidewalk. I have wondered since seventh grade just like many students from school, what could've caused it to bulge in such a manner?

"Sorry Riles, I've kind of already got plans." I grinned as I started my usual routine of teasing.

"Ooh, Marie's gonna go all kissy kissy with her boyfriend!" I heard her laughter through the cellphone. Not like I actually care, I personally don't believe in boyfriends, kisses and flowers...okay maybe the flowers.

"Maybe I will." My mouth gaped. I had not expected that answer.

"Woah! You mean those were your actual plans?! Hoho, my little Maryloo is moving to the dark side? *Gasp*, next thing we know you'll be at a bar ordering a beer with a pack of Marlboros in your pocket!" I heard even more laughter coming through. Eh, I liked random humor and it always cheered her up. Plus, since she's the more responsible of the two of us I suppose I took it upon myself to become the clown friend everybody deserves and needs when feeling down. Though she is definitely not feeling down at the very moment.

"You're crazy." I scoffed, a smile playing on my lips at the irony.

"I'm not the one planning a lover's escapade to places all around the world - I'm sorry I already forgot all the places you wanted to go to. Was Australia one of them?" A knowing smirk came to me as I walked up the steps to my house.

"Uh, that was just a "could happen" thing, not that I was going to make it happen. Secondly, even if I went through with it I would do so before college and after high school! It's not a "run away" mission because everybody will know about it and I don't think I could ever run away from home - the places I want to go to aren't that far anyway! And Australia is your dream place!" My turn to laugh.

"I know! I was just checking to see if you still had a good memory. One of us needs to!" I heard her mock anger and rolled my eyes.

"And why does it need to be me?" I clicked my tongue as I opened the door, the phone squished between my shoulder and ear.

"Because you're the one with the boyfriend. Therefore you need to have a schedule to share your time with him and your best friend. As a result, you have to keep track of time so as to not let either of us down!" A small pause on the other side and I walked through the kitchen.

"Touché." I snickered as she gave in. I knew I was right - as strange as my logic sounded, I could only act like that around her.

"I know. Say...do you happen to have my black watch?" There was another pause, some rustling on the other side and then I heard her voice again.

"Yup. Forgot to bring it to you at school, remind me to do it tomorrow kay?" I nodded then remembered she couldn't see me, so opening the fridge I answered.

"Mmhm, sure. I'll send you a text and message through face." She answered quickly.

"Okay, gotta leave, I'll talk to you later kay?"

"Kay." I clicked on the button to end the call and threw the phone on the couch, only to have it bounce off and onto the floor. I winced, bottle of water in hand but still took a huge gulp of the refreshing liquid. Quickly placing the bottle back where it had been I ran to the couch, picking up the device and turning it over and over. Mmm, seems okay to me, plus it has it's purple cover so it couldn't have taken much of a toll. Not learning my lesson I threw it again on the couch, this time making sure that it would land in a crack so it was cushioned and not propelled off of it.

First thing's first. I went into my parent's bedroom. Both my pairs of glasses were here. I had forgotten to take then to school with me and I was certain I would get a berating from mom. Placing them on my bad instead I grabbed my phone when I felt it vibrate again.

(1) [_"Comprando cosas para tus hermanos. Llegamos ya mismo."_] That explains why my parents, bro and sis weren't anywhere in sight.

I waltzed down the hall and to the bathroom, this heat is really taking it's toll on me, unlike my phone. I stripped off my clothes, my face twisting when I saw just how sweaty I was. Geez, A/C, I hope you don't let me down today. The air conditioner has been malfunctioning lately and I had been praying all day that today, by some unspoken miracle, it would either be a cold night or that the dumb machine would work. I wasn't exigent, honestly I didn't care how I got my desired temperature, I just wanted it. I turned the faucet, first the one labeled as "Hot" and after a few seconds, the one that said "Cold". While I don't want more heat, going from exaggerated hotness to ice biting cold water wasn't pleasant either - nor healthy.

Right after probably forty-something minutes I emerged from the shower, unfortunately realizing there wasn't a towel in sight because I had forgotten to bring one with me. Letting out a huff I opened the door a crack so my voice could be heard.

"Joseph!" When nobody answered I tried again, "Or Yaritza! Whoever! Somebody just please bring me a towel!" When I got no answer I snuck my head and looked either ways of the hall, like you would do when crossing the street. I realized they probably hadn't gotten here yet - my mom, little brother and sister had all gone to buy some last minute school materials for one of them; I'm betting my money that it was Joseph.

I hated doing this, but nobody was in the house, the windows were all partially closed, the door was locked and there was no possible way anybody could see me go through the hall naked because there were no windows leading to it anyway. Covering myself as best as I could - not that there's much to cover - I tiptoed at a fast pace down the hall and took a swift turn into the other bathroom, the one in my parent's room. I closed the door quickly - making sure I locked it - and went to grab the towel when I felt a sting, running throughout my chest, just like it had happened on several occasions. I rubbed a few minutes around my shoulder and where my heart was. It disappeared rather quickly so I sighed in relief, only to grow tense when it came back with a flipping vengeance.

"Ah!" I fell to the floor - I actually fell from the pain, which is quite something considering I have never gone through excruciating pain before in my life. It started spreading out through my entire chest and shoulders. The towel fell on me, but I didn't acknowledge it at all. The pain, it was spreading and intensifying. It soon started leaving a burning sensation. Oh God...I'm gonna die...

"Ugh! Ow..." It kept growing and my vision began to blur before black spots appeared - more than usual since I have astigmatism and forgot my glasses today on my bed. The horrible stings and pricking felt like a thousand needles injecting fire into my veins. It spread out again, this time I couldn't tell where it was going, everything hurt too much. What the -?! What is this? Am I going to die?! Did I have some sort of cancer or other disease I didn't know about and it's coming to an end? That would explain some things though...oh, at least, it's numbing down...maybe I really am dying...

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30 minutes later...

"Riley! Riley mom's asking if you want hash brown! Riley!... Mom she's ignoring me!" I was awoken to a start when my little sister's surprisingly strong and very loud knocks on the bathroom door started ringing out through my head. Not ringing out, more like it startled me awake, period. I gasped and looked around from the floor, everything was a bit blurry. I shook my head and laid back down, facing the white ceiling as I tried to clear my thoughts. The cool tiles soothed me greatly. What happened? Did I faint? Maybe I just overreacted to a natural response from watching too much TV and playing video games. Sometimes when I play for too long I get a bit dizzy so that's probably why I was laying down, I must've fallen asleep when I tried to get rid of the dizziness. However, as I took a better look around the bathroom, I found something odd. All of the towels were hastily thrown on the floor, the shower door was opened, the toothbrushes and everything that had been on the sink were inside the sink, the trash can was upside down and the toilet paper was all bundled up in a corner, the carton tube nowhere to be seen. I didn't do any of this...but I'm still going to get blamed. With a sigh I tried to dispose of the evidence - re-did the towels, rightened the trash can, threw the toilet paper inside and put everything on the sink where it was supposed to be. I sighed and went to wrap the towel around myself to exit the bathroom, looking both ways before hastily hurrying to my room. Luckily everybody was either in the living room or kitchen, so I was safe in there for a while.

Click!

I didn't waste any time; right after I made sure the door was locked for good - not that it would've done much since the door could be opened from the outside with anything flat - I dried myself off and grabbed some black "Lycra" shorts that I use whenever I'm not going out, underwear and an old, small, black T-shirt. But as I was about to finish by putting on my pants, a piece of hair fell from my hunched shoulders and I was granted with a platinum lock. You know in those movies where when people freak out they close their eyes and hope that what they'd seen was just a figment of their imagination? That's my current reaction. That was not blonde. That was not blonde. There is no way in the seven seas that my hair. Is. Firetrucking. Blonde!

'Eep! It is blonde!' I thought as my short bangs finally got dry enough to hang right before my eyes. When? How? Why? What is going on? How is my hair blonde? I need to dye it for an atrocity like this to happen! Okay...it's not a bad shade...it's actually very pretty... but I'm Hispanic! My hair is black! Not blonde bordering on white! I started pacing around my room when I heard that same, loudly obnoxious knock on the door.

"Riley-"

"Yes I want one!" Now that I realize it, my stomach feels emptier than a bottomless pit.

"Okay...mom! Riley said she wants one!" I sighed when the voice of my sister drifted away. I needed a moment to think. I froze as a thought occurred to me. What if I got drugged? That would be the only reasonable explanation as to why I fainted randomly and if I was way out of it I could've been crazy enough as to dye my hair completely - and that's one heck of a tough job considering it's waist-length. I can't tell mom and dad because they'll ask when, how, where, why and who did it! I don't think I was drugged and I would never give that as an explanation. I would probably be either grounded for not telling them first and because I'm technically not allowed - "technically" - or I'll get majorly criticized by everyone in the family - save for Sparky who thankfully can't speak; he's our dog.

Plan B it is!

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What is Plan B anyway?

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A few minutes later in the kitchen...

"Hey mom! Where's my hash brown?" I asked my mom as I leaned on the counter looking around, I saw a plate covered by another plate. Coincidentally, my mom pointed with her soap covered hand towards it - she was washing the dishes.

"On top of the stove." Quickly I grabbed it and plucked it into the microwave. Pressing the "2" and then the "5" I watched the seconds tick by and could hear the small crackling protest from my soon-to-be dinner. Hey! That rhymes! Five and tick! Cool...why do we always rhyme whenever we don't have any use for it?

"Riley come to my room later so I can put some cream on you." I nodded absentmindedly, mesmerized by the microwave and the smell coming from it before my eyes widened.

Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip!

The microwave had stopped but now my attention was fully on my brunette mother...heh, if only she knew I'm not brunette anymore...

"Wait, which cream?" I asked, fear evident in my voice.

"Which cream do you think?" I pursued my lips and pretended to think.

"…foot cream?" She looked at me with an "are you serious?" look in her eyes before she tapped my towel.

"I'm serious. Get that off, brush your hair and wait for me in my room. Your scalp has been getting far too dry." I went pale. Great. Today she wants to give me a make over! Out of all the other days she chose today!

Needless to say I spent the rest of that evening trapped inside the bathroom. I would not let them see my hair no matter what. When I checked my iPod for the umpteenth time and saw that it read 12:47am I knew it was generally safe to get out. Doing the same routine I had done since I got here, I checked for any parents or siblings in the hall. Coast clear. My parents seemed to be asleep and my siblings must've been either watching TV or sleeping. I ran to my room and gave a sigh when cool air brushed my face. Yes! A/C, I knew you wouldn't let me down! I flicked the light off, blindly climbed up the ladder to my bed, then buried myself within the different bed sheets, blankets and comforter besides my feet, which I had a habit of keeping out. I can only hope that nobody tries to wake me up or pull me out of them...here goes to hoping...I need to talk to Marie about this... oh no...school! What will I do about that?

Fake illness? No. That's not good, besides I've already done it before and afterwards I feel bad about it. Cap? Hat? No way. It's too long and it'll either look like a weird bulge or fall out because of it's straight nature. Wig...that's it! I'll tell everybody that it's for...uh, a school play! Yes! I'll say that I got into the school's Drama Club and that I'm "getting into character". Mom and dad will believe it. At school? Not sure, but it could work. Let's see how it all plays out tomorrow...

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Next Day {Morning}...

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in the school play? And who did you say gave you that wig again?" Parents? Totally buying it.

"Uh, because it was really sudden! They asked me to be a replacement and um...what was her name again? Oh! Diana was the one who gave it to me. She has access to the Drama Club's props so when I told her I didn't have a wig she gave this one to me." Just then my cellphone started vibrating. Thank goodness I figured out how to change it from it's former 'silent mode' where it didn't ring nor vibrate. I grabbed it and was ecstatic to see that it was Rogue. Just who I wanted to talk to. Running to the garage I pressed the button and we both started speaking at the same time.

"I need to talk to you!" We said frantically into each other's phone. We paused.

"You first." I said before she could say the same thing.

"Okay...yesterday I saw that movie that I had wanted to see and guess what?" I was confused but asked anyways.

"What?"

"I got the answers to the math problems for today!" I stared blankly at the windows beside my dog's cage. Math problems? As in, equations?

"How the heck could a movie help with that? And what math problems?" I heard laughter from the other side.

"Because while I was watching it I got a message from Albert. Turns out he solved then and sent it to the whole grade! Discreetly of course - it was through messages. And they're the math problems we were given yesterday to finish at home for today." I had been freaking out while she had been talking because even without her final explanation I could've figured out that by myself. Sadly because of my freak accident yesterday I hadn't finished my math exercises. In fact, I was pretty sure I had only solved one and that had been in the classroom. I felt a sudden heat and chill come over me at the same time, a small headache forming my the middle of my temple. Ignoring it I started frantically asking.

"Oh no! I forgot to do them! Was the teacher coming today?"

"Yeah. It's tomorrow when she'll be absent." I growled in frustration.

"Could you lent them to me at school? I don't have time to look for it right now."

"Yeah, no prob. It's the first class after lunch, you could copy it then." I felt like a punch had been delivered to my gut.

"Marie, that word is so harsh!" I gave out a little whine, "It's not copying...it's called constructive cooperation! Plus mutualism because, just like I help you in Spanish, you help me in math." I could hear a little laugh as I gave my old-as-dust speech about the word "copying" when it comes to school work.

"Okay, okay - say, what was that that you wanted to say to me?" I blinked before my eyes were cast upwards and were rewarded with my new hair color. See? That's how good of a friend Marie is. No matter what, she always helps me get my mind off of things that are bothering me - even when that something is a part of me at the moment, therefore very difficult to forget about.

"Oh! Yeah, um, Marie?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?" I gulped slightly as I started pacing back and forth.

"Um, we're best friends, right?"

"Yeah..." I could tell by her tone that she was confused.

"So, you would believe anything and everything that I told you, right?"

"Yeah..." Again, still confused, so I sighed an let it out.

"See, the rea - ok, one of the reasons as to why I didn't do my homework yesterday was because something really weird happened to me..." I told Marie everything. In the end I had to hang up because I was leaving and couldn't afford my parents listening to the conversation. I told her that I'd talk to her more at school.

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At School (7:26am)...

"Wow - just, wow..." I stood straight, almost like a soldier, and uncomfortable as Marie plucked at my hair here and there - almost looking like a curious little toddler.

"Marie..." I whined, coincidentally it also sounded childish. I never minded if anybody played with my hair but I wasn't...in that mood right now. It was a bit annoying because she was attracting more attention than I wanted to.

"Ok, ok. Sorry. It's just that...it looks so...surreal." She saw the look on my face and quickly tried fixing her mistake, "Uh, very pretty too."

"What do I do? I have no idea what could've happened for something as...berserk as this to...happen!" She suddenly squinted at me.

"What?" She stood back with a smile on her face.

"Cool, you got your eyebrows like that too." My eyes widened as my hands shot up to hide my eyebrows - which were supposed to be black - from sight.

"What?! They've gone blonde too?" She nodded as if though it was a completely normal thing. I scowled slightly. This is not good. What is happening to me?

RIIIINNNNNNNNNNNG!

"Come on, start writing the math solutions from now so that we can talk more at lunch." I grabbed the hardcover notebook that was being offered and begrudgingly accepted. I don't like this at all... something is definitely not right with me.

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At the Cafeteria {Lunch}...

"What a bummer girl." I nodded my head solemnly as I kept stuffing fry after fry and staring at nothing in particular. "Well, what are you going to do when your parents start wondering about your "wig" and why you use it all the time?" I shrugged and moved on to my apple.

"Come on Riley! I'll help you plan something out!" I swallowed a bite of it.

"Sure, though I doubt much can be done." She started coming up with different ideas to tell my parents.

"...or maybe you could tell them that you won a free...something at the Beauty Shop and you chose randomly!"

"Are you gonna eat that?"

"What?"

"Are. You. Going. To. Eat. That." I repeated syllable by syllable as I stared at her half full tray of food which she had barely touched.

"Uh, no. Did ya even listen ta me at all?" I switched trays with her - mine was completely empty - and answered at the same time.

"I appreciate the help Marie but while my parents can have their gullible moments, they can also be huge problems when it comes to buying my lies - I can barely get them to take layaway!" At this Marie cracked a smile.

"Okay, okay, we'll think of something...you should just tell them that the wig broke or got damaged and you got your hair dyed!" Hey, that was actually a pretty good idea! I should've listened more to her and her suggestions.

"Um Riley? Maybe you should slow down there." I looked up when she talked and found that her eyes were directed towards my - well, her tray. I cast my eyes down and realized that I had just scarfed down both our trays in barely a few minutes.

"I was...hungry." I said as I stared at the two trays.

"You skipped breakfast again, didn't you?" I nodded silently, trying to understand how in the world I could eat all of this... especially because it's cafeteria food.

"Man...what is up with me?" I asked nobody in particular as we carried our empty trays to the counter right beside the food.

"Maybe...you're getting ill?" I looked up at Marie, disbelieve on my eyes - wait, up?

"Wasn't I just as tall as you?" She glanced down at herself sheepishly.

"I'm wearing heels." I looked down and saw these black boots with high, needle heels.

"Now this is starting to turn into those friendships that are represented by YinYang." When she stared at me blankly I sighed, "Opposites attract." At this she rolled her eyes, understanding what I was trying to imply.

"I'm just trying out something new. It wouldn't kill you to wear something besides closed shoes you know." I gaped at her, faking to be hurt.

"I'm trying to be modest." I said putting my chin up high and doing my best impression at a British accent. God how it annoys me.

"Yeah, because sneakers are modest."

"They are so! Besides...I don't just use sneakers, I also use my black slippers, my vans, my con-"

"Okay, ah get it. But they're just variations of the same thing." I pouted as we walked out of the cafeteria, "How come your older than me yet look more childish?"

"Only at times - and, I'm only older by a few months. So there's not much argumentation there." We kept our little chat until we had to separate for our next classes.

"Riley, did Miss Rickle come today?" I thought for a second, then shook my head 'no'. "Then I'll see you tomorrow, she was the only teacher left for me, so I get out earlier." I glared at her.

"You are so lucky...I get to take P.E." My personal, worst nightmare unless we get new rackets to play Badminton. We said our goodbyes and I went to class.

I finished changing into the official P.E. uniform when the RBHS (Royal Bimbos of High School) arrived from one of their lockers.

"Look what the cat dragged in. Are you seriously planning on wearing that thing to Gym?" The minute I heard the familiar, snobby tone from Andria this strange, bubbling feeling started to form in the pit of my stomach - it was very unsettling.

"Got a problem with it?" I slammed my locker shut and turned to face her, but while I had a "piss off" look covering my facial expression, my mind wasn't on the same track, 'What the heck? I'm a pacifist! I never react to the taunting! Never!'

"Yeah, me and my friends all agree that we'd prefer if there were only 'natural' blondes in our class." My eye twitched, I felt the comebacks coming but couldn't stop them from flowing out.

"What friends? They're your loyal servants for life, they follow you out of fear - how do you think Voldemort was resurrected?" Now, I know perfectly well that neither Andria nor her lackeys would understand my reference or who Voldemort was, so 'why' did I say it?

Fake gasp. "Like, how dare you, you geek!" Her "friends" all gasped along, exaggerating their facial expressions and glaring daggers at me - more like butter knives!

"At least I have all my brain cells functioning!" I honestly don't think they fully understood what I had said, but the original message "dumb" was apparently received by Andria.

"Did you just, like, totally call me stupid?" I crossed my arms across my chest - vaguely aware that it felt a bit more uncomfortable than it usually did.

"No, I called you dumb, but hey, if you prefer that, it's fine with me." I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips. It felt so good, letting it all out! I should do this more often.

"That's it!" She stomped her foot down and then approached at a quick speed. When I saw where her hands were headed, the only thought that crossed my mind was "Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Dodge!" And that's what I did. I side stepped her, not even realizing I had stuck my foot out until I felt hers collide with it. She fell splat on the ground, letting out a small huff.

She stayed down for a few minutes, before one of her friends - the one with short, blonde hair, which I could see needed the roots redone - ran to her aid.

"Adri! Are you like, okay?" She helped Andria get to her feet, who immediately pushed her away the minute she was up.

"You're going to regret that!" I have to say I hadn't expected her to say that, but you know, go with the flow.

"Sure I will." I replied sarcastically before walking outside, all the while I felt this burst of happiness at the fact that I had just stood up to one of the greatest threats in school, me!

"Ye-heah!" I exclaimed as I jumped up, fist in the air, and before I knew it, the water fountain burst to life and sprayed a huge gush of water out before the whole thing just broke off and went airborne - now it looked like a whale was living down there. At the sudden sight I let out a little shriek, before covering my mouth and running to the gym. Better not give Andria anymore reason to harass me. Though...what was that?

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Twenty minutes later...

"Ugh! Why does she get to be on our team?" I'm not glad either you bimbo...

"Because I said so!" Said the coach before giving a - another fudging - whistle, signaling for us to spread out in the field according to the team we were supposed to be in. I had landed with the RBHS but I'm surprisingly fine with it. Guess that little verbal showdown we had helped blow off some steam. We started off batting.

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Ten minutes later...

The score's tied up and it's my turn to bat...oh boy, not good. I grabbed the bat with shaking hands, as I looked nervously at the pitcher, who was looking rather sure of himself. I put myself in position, then he threw the ball. At first I thought I was dreaming or that I was hallucinating, imagining things. That white, little ball was coming at me, in slow motion. Not kidding. I saw every turn, every particle of dirt it threw in different angles from the force and speed it possessed as the minutes ticked by. I saw as it got closer, closer, and closer...

THWACK!

First came the sound of the ball against my bat, which felt light to me, then various clangs! - along with my own - from the bats in everyone else's hand. Everything was silent for a few minutes as all pairs of eyes in the field stayed on the little ball that had landed outside of the fence.

"Did she just do a 'home run'?"

"Dude, I think she did!"

"How the hell did she do that?"

"That is so cool!"

"Totally hot man!"

"What a freak!"

I heard various comments - and insults - from my fellow classmates and couldn't believe it myself. A home run. I had done a home run. Just like that. That must've been a fluke...

"Alright! Blue team wins because class is over!" I heard a mix of grunts, groans and cheers. A couple of people patted me on the shoulder or asked me how I had done the home run as I made my way to the girl's locker room.

"You're the man- uh, I mean girl!" I smiled at the small compliments I was given from the students of my team - thanks to me we won.

The compliments and curiosity ended the minute I stepped into the locker room.

"What was that? You freak, how did you do that?" I ignored the insults as I grabbed my clothes and towels. "Are you deaf too?" Still I made no sign to acknowledge her. I went to the showers - locking the door to the room - and quickly worked on a shower. I have seen many movies in which the mean girls do these horrible and embarrassing things to the unsuspecting girl - even in the shower, so I'll get this done quick.

Stripping out of the clothes I literally jumped into the shower, closing the curtain and turning on the water, not realizing I had it on the 'C', meaning it was freezing cold. I gave sharp turns with my head; at the ceiling, the door, everywhere. Call me paranoid, but I'd rather be alert instead of regretting my ignorance. Scrubbing away all signs of grime, sweat and bacteria I failed to take note of the fact that I was showering with freezing water yet felt nothing remotely close to uncomfortableness. It was when I went to turn it off that my pale hand stopped, small inches away from the 'C' the faucet was turned to.

"Wow, guess that this heat waves have really been getting to me." I muttered, shaking my head and exiting the shower quickly. Yes, quick, quick, don't want the Bimbo catching up with me. I managed to somehow escape the possible torment of the Queens of HighSchool and grabbed for my phone inside my trusty, beloved bag. It was square compared to other knit ones and very comfortable. When my hand found the cellphone I almost called my mother - I saw instead three new messages and missed calls:

3 new messages - Rogue

Click! [_"We need 2 talk"_]

Click! [_"Plz answer Riles!"_]

Click! [_"I need ur help!"_]

I frowned, the calls were all from her too. Only one voicemail though.

Click! /"Riley! Something horrible happened - *sob* I-I can't - I-I mean I'm...I think I'm a mutant Riley! *sob* *gasp* *sob* -"/

The call ended.

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The minute Rogue's call ended I rushed to her house. Yes, I skipped the rest of my classes. Very out of character for me. I felt horrible as I sprinted along the sidewalk, thinking about how much trouble I would be in - parents and teachers. Yet my feet moved on their own accord. Rogue was my friend - best friend and I didn't want to think about what she could do in the state she had been in when she called. Today some of the teachers were absent and because of her schedule she got out of school earlier. What could've happened...she said...she said she was a...mutant...I stopped cold. Freezing in mid sprint. Oh. My. God. Why didn't I think of that? Hair changing. Appetite levels growing. The reflex when I dodged from Andria - I'm usually very clumsy. How I broke the water fountain. The home run. Everything. It's all abnormal.

Mutant. I can't believe it. I'm one of them. Marie is one of them. How could I have not seen this before? What next?

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Translations:

(1) [_Buying things for your brother and sister. We'll get there in a few._] (It's brother and sister because in Spanish 'hermanos' which is translated into 'brothers' can be meant for both genders in a some cases. Since it is a text people tend to summarize and that is why it looks shorter in Spanish. It could always be 'siblings' too.)

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