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Chapter 29

Continuously, I'm tapping my pencil against my desk, hoping that Jason would come into class.

"Rose," Miss. Eveline shouts at me. "Will you please stop that tapping. You are disturbing my class."

She glares at me with her beady brown eyes. I know she hates me, but that's besides the point. Jason is the one that I care about. Maybe Kyle was right about him moving on and getting a new girlfriend. Who knows, maybe he's with her right now. Then it hit me, literally too. Someone throws a paper airplane at me head when the teacher wasn't looking. I have to go find Jason. He could be anywhere in this school.

"Miss. Eveline," I say politely. "May I please use the little girl's room?" I hear kids in the back of the room chuckle.

"Only if you answer this one question," she states. I grow worried. I hate when she throws questions at me like this. "Culture is manifested in human artifacts and activities such as what?"

Oh great! A question I have no idea what to say. Wait a minute. I slightly remember her saying something about this before. Maybe it was when it was actually listening.

"Music, literature, lifestyle,... food, painting and sculpture, and um- oh, theater and film." I smile stating all the answers from Miss. Eveline's question.

With the stare she sent right to me, I assumed she wasn't going to let me go.

"Sign out before you go and take a hall pass," she grins.

"Thank you," I reply.

I sign out and took a hall pass that was hanging on a clip right before you walk out the door. I'm going crazy right now, praying that Jason's ok. I glance down every hallway and in every bathroom until I reach the girls locker room, which was obviously right inside the gym. I flinch when I saw Jason backed up against the lockers and some girl all over him. I don't make a sound, but once I got myself out of there, I know there was no way that me and Jason were getting back together.

The bell rings, vigorously, as I start heading back to Miss. Eveline's class to get my stuff. It was lunch time, but I know for a fact I wasn't in the least bit hungry, especially if I see Jason again. I throw my stuff in my locker and head out to the courtyard, where I knew no one would be there to bother my while I cry in pain.

Slowly, I approach a bench where I decided to lie and mop. After a while, which it seems like forever, I hear soft footsteps creeping towards me. I am not sure if it's Jason or not, but I didn't want to see who ever they were.

"Rose, honey what's wrong?" a female voice asks me.

The strange thing of it all was that this voice was not in the least bit familiar. Nobody ever calls me 'honey,' except for my adopted parents, who are actually my aunt and uncle. It reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it.

"Rose, baby doll look here, please." she repeats herself.

I look up from my head being smothered into my arms. There she was; a blonde-haired woman around in her late 30's or so. She was really pretty, but I still had no idea who she was and why she was calling me 'honey' or 'baby doll.'