<strong>Chloe – First period physics</strong><br/><br/>Sat next to Abby Stone (AKA inbred) was punishment enough surely? But no. The sour old bat Chloe had as a teacher had confiscated her phone too. Chloe was convinced she had not even done anything wrong and the teacher was just picking on her because she had a thing against cheer leaders. But Chloe wasn't just a dippy cliche cheerleader, she had worked bloody hard to get into the varsity squad and if some ratty old bitch wanted to try and embarrass her in front of a class of losers then she could bloody well think again. The minutes felt like hours as Chloe sat hardly listening to the teacher as she driveled on, All she could think about was getting as far away from these people as possible and meeting Susan in English. God she needed so badly to tell Susan how horrible her morning had been and to seek refuge in her happiness.<br/><br/>With ten minutes still on the clock Chloe sat staring out the window, wondering if she would ever smell clean air again after being forced to sit next to Abby the inbred who smelled interesting to say the least and not in a good way. Her hands were in her lap and she was mindlessly twirling her rings around her fingers when suddenly one came off. It was an odd sensation and she figured it must of broken. But on closer inspection she found the ring was whole. How could something solid just come away from her finger? She thought back to the last few mornings where she had woken up with none of her jewelry on. Something was up. Her and Susan had joked over the break that she was haunted. But it had to be something logical, or at least she was trying to convince herself it was. She got the shivers every time she thought about ghosts and the thought never seemed to stray far from her mind. She was trying to convince herself it was a prank from the little hell hound she had as a sister. But either way she looked at it it was frightening. She was either being haunted, or her little sister was starting to outsmart her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Chloe – Arriving at detention</strong><br/><br/>Chloe took her time walking to detention. She felt better after a bitch session with the girls in English but it stung to know they were all sitting around chatting happily over lunch while she was heading to depression central with all the no hopers. It had to be like literally the worst day ever Chloe thought as she stopped by the bathrooms to kill more time before arriving. She would go, but she wouldn't be bloody happy about it. She took her time brushing her fingers through her hair and touching up her lip gloss. She went to check her phone to see how late she was but found her pockets empty. It was about the hundredth time she had done that since it was taken off her in first period and every time she did it she had to fight the urge to cry. Not cry cry. Not ugly cry. But she felt her chest ache and her eyes start to prickle.<br/><br/>Taking one last look at herself in the mirror she brought her bag up higher on her shoulder and strolled casually to detention, hoping to be around ten minutes late. Early enough to get away with it but late enough to show she was highly displeased about the whole situation. There were not many students. And absolutely no one Chloe was friends with. She felt that sinking feeling in her stomach when she thought of what this little detention episode was going to do to her reputation among her peers in the cheer squad. She handed over her slip to the teacher and waited as she marked Chloe off on the list. “You are late Miss Saines” She said but she made a slight gesture for the girl to take a seat and Chloe made her way down the aisle picking a seat near the back, one seat over from a tall bored looking guy.<br/><br/>Chloe placed her bag on the table in front of her and sat down quietly in her seat. The room was so silent it was horrible and Chloe wished for nothing more then to start her day over again. But she gave into the silence after ten minutes, leaning back in her chair and stretching her legs out beneath her desk and crossing her ankles. Her hands sat in her lap as she toyed with her rings again her mind wandering back to that weird moment she had in physics were the ring simply came away from her finger. She would be lying if she said she wasn't still worried about the haunted thing. But the logical answer was the pain in the ass she referred to as Mary-anne.<br/><br/>Chloe felt eyes on her and turned her head slightly to the side, looking through her curtain of dark hair to the guy on her right. He looked familiar. She couldn't quite remember his name but she had seen him with that freckly gym kid who helped out the cheer girls with their tumbles. Jack? John? She pulled her hair back behind her ear and studied him some more. He was attractive and she wondered why she hadn't taken more notice of him before. He was tall, taller then most and had wide shoulders and a strong lean body. She wet her lips as her eyes passed over his arms. She had a thing for guys with nice arms and he had a good pair. He started to move and she quickly snapped her attention back to her rings not wanting to be caught staring.<br/><br/><br/>