(Abigail's POV)
After first period, I went to put my stuff away, and I noticed the blue string disappeared. I looked where the string used to be and found a note from Eliza.

Hey! I borrowed your string for an art project! Idk why you have it but whatever!
Thanks,
Eliza
Oh no! I thought as I got my stuff and sprinted to second period. I entered the classroom to find Eliza with the string.

"Oh hey Abigail! um... I don't need your string anymore so you can have it." Eliza said handing me the string. I sighed out of relief. I sat down at my desk and put the string in my backpack.

(Time Skip)
After class, I went back to my locker to place the string back, but it was already there. My eyes widen. I checked to see if it was cut off, and it looked like Eliza never cut it off. Like it respawned. I checked my backpack to see if the part of the string that was cut off was still there, but when I went to pick it up it turned into dust. I raise my eyebrow. I decided to talk to Amy about this, since we have third period together.

I walk into third period and found Amy siting in the back. I saw there was a seat next her so I went over to sit down, but Trevor sat down next to her instead.

"Sorry faggot can't let you sit here." Trevor said receiving laughter from his gang, Kurt and Ram.

"Sorry if Abigail isn't sitting here, then I won't either." Amy said, getting my arm and pulling it to the front of the room. When I looked behind me I saw Trevor and his gang's face of disappointment, all I could do is laugh.

"I know you want to talk to me, so spill." Amy says looking at me. I tell her everything.
"Ok that's just plain out weird, we could-" Amy says, being interrupted by the bell.

After class, we walk to all the other classes we had together.

After school, Amy went inside and said to me to sit on the couch. I was messing on Twitter until Amy came out with her driving license at hand.

"You have a driving license?!" I say completly shocked.

(Amy's POV)

I show Abigail my driving license?!" Abi said shocked.

"Yep and we are going shopping for clothes!" I say lifting my hand in the air. Suddenly, her face drops.

"What's wrong?" I ask worried

"um...D-do I have to try the clothes on at the store?" Abi stuttered out.

"We don't have to," I start, "but, it is better than buying it and it not fitting on you. But, if you are not comfortable it's fine." Why didn't want to change in-store? I thought and decided not to question it.

"Let's go shopping!"