I dedicate this chapter to NiallsNandos376 for being so extraordinary! :)

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I have a normal school day, except 5th period, and this is what happened:

I looked at the science textbook I wanted. I pointed my finger at it to pretend I could reach it with a finger, and it moved in that direction. I gasped and put my finger down and it fell. Everyone looked at me and wondered what the heck I was doing. I just smiled a fake smile and shrugged, and giggled for a second, and it was a pathetic giggle. Everyone went back to their schoolwork like it never happened, but I knew it happened. I know what this means. There's another, You know what.

After school finally ended, I got off the bus at 2:56. Perfect, Ally should be here soon. I go outside and wait for her arrival. And finally, according to her as fashionably late, she gets driven by her mom and is here at 3:05.
"Good, you showed. I thought I would have to do it by myself."
"It's called fashionably late, FYI. And that means for your information."
"Whatever."
I get her to the backyard to "do our project." I think she has no clue.
"So, what's this project about?" She really does seem to have no clue.
"Uhh, we have to..." I have a short pause. I didn't think she would ask, let alone care. "Research a random person in town, and we got assigned an address."
I know that's stupid, but will she notice?
"Okay, to divide this, you'll ask the questions and write down the answers, and I'll come with you."
"Done." I agree, but she could be suspicious if I'm too ok with this. "It'll make for better work in the end for us." I think she's not noticing. I bet she's wondering why she didn't put more makeup on after school to look good for this stranger, then I have to hold a laugh. Maybe she did. Then I giggle so quietly that she doesn't even notice.
"So should we go now, or should you prepare?"
"We are going now, I already did." This is a day filled with lies, I think shamefully.
"Ok, should we get a ride?" She asks. Uh-oh. We need to get there somehow.
"No, we have to walk, I couldn't get one, but I know how to get there." It's going to take way longer, I think.
We get up and start to walk to my dad's house, with my stranded Grammy and an untrustworthy dad in it, or it's just Grammy and he'll be gone, like the mom goes to work and the kids go to elementary school. I heard them say that. It makes me sad to know that my dad, the traitor I used to trust, is killing Grammy.
Anyway, we're going up the street, past the busy streets and people and stands and shops and all the other parts of life around here. It's a walk that takes about fifteen minutes, and I'm ready to put this plan in action. I believe that I can do it for real this time. I actually have confidence. That's when we reach the front door, but I lose that 100% confidence, and it's replaced with nerves, not so sure anymore, but now there's no turning back.