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As she grew up, no one would dare look at her. She would walk across the school hallways, speeding to get to her class, no one by her side while the others murmured words about her in each other's ears. In class was the only time she could feel normal, even though she wasn't.

Her family would only talk to her. They were all afraid, not wanting to get involved with her. They made her feel worse than the gossipers at school, who only spread rumours about her. Her family would occasionally greet her, feed her then wouldn't have any communication with her until she needed to drive to school.

It wasn't until she was sixteen when someone finally decided to talk to her. It was a cold morning during July and the first class of the day: maths. Every …show more content…
Matthews."
"No, thank you for coming principal," Mr. Matthews shared a smile with Madison, "Welcome to our math class Nia. Have a seat next to Kendall, I'm sure you know who she is."

Kendall's face turned tomato red and her gaze turned to the floor. Of course, everyone knew who she was. The freak, weirdo, abomination and countless other names people had called her. There wasn't anyone who didn't know her in this school.

"Wow, Kendall Vertes, in the flesh," Nia whispered to her.
"Tha—That's me," Kendall stuttered …show more content…
Kendall knew she couldn't talk to Nia, for her own safety. She couldn't talk to anyone, for their own safety. Kendall's family would constantly remind her of the dangers people would face if anyone communicated with her. It was the only topic her family would talk about.

Kendall didn't blame them. She knew that the ghost of her best friend haunted her and anyone who would try to be her friend. Brooke, her old best friend had gotten murdered during a sleepover at Kendall's. The killer still hadn't been found yet. The police only knew that she was stabbed by a knife and that Brooke had been getting some water before she was brutally killed. No one believed Kendall when she said she saw Brooke, watching her. Not until Kendall warned everyone that her sister was going to be killed by Brooke. Kendall's sister died screaming one word. Brooke.

Ever since then, everyone would avoid talking to her.

The next math lesson, Nia chose to sit behind Kendall. She tapped Kendall on the shoulder; Kendall turned around. Nia grinned at her, holding a note in her hand. Kendall took it and while reading it, she shook my head sideways. She began to scribble down on the paper and write something

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