So sorry I didn't update this weekend! Here's a couple chapters to make up for it!

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As I sat there, the lone girl in Starbucks, the sky getting darker, I pondered my hatred of Melody Strang.

What was the first time me and Melody an had intense conflict? I had wondered. I thought hard back to old memories, and remembered the crayon incident in first grade

We were both in Miss Ramirez's class that year. Miss Ramirez wasn't the most observant teacher, for she inexperienced; my classmates liked take her flaw to their advantage.

It was free time and I was drawing with my favorite set of crayons.
Those crayons were the best, I had remembered. 50 different color selections, including things like plum, cactus green, or volcanic red. I was currently using robin's egg to draw a scribble of a dragon.
Melody was sitting next to me in our table group, and she was peering over my shoulder, her eyeing it giving me the chillls, and her blond curls hung over my shoulder.

"Can you please stop? Looking over my shoulder?" I asked in a polite tone of voice. I didn't enjoy the critic looks she was giving my artwork.

"I can do what I want!" she said triumphantly, "Now can I use your crayons?" Melody snatched the crayon I was using out of my innocent little hand.

She looked at me curiously, fake sympathy showing in her expression. "Oh, were you using this?" Melody questioned, gesturing to the robin's egg colored crayon in her hand. The little girl grinned evilly, mischief seeping through her light hazel eyes.

Snap! She broke the crayon in half, right in front of my face. "Oopsy!" She actually let out a little maniacal cackle. I swear that girl could be a great super villain to all small children some day.

"Miss Ramirez!" I whined, "Melody broke my crayon!"

Miss Ramirez swiftly walked over, and she hovered over us. "Now Miss Jones," she scolded, "What do we know about tattling?"

"Not to do it," I responded quickly, "But I wasn't tattling! Melody purposefully-"

Melody cut me off, "Oh Miss R!  I would never try to hurt my friend Weslyn!" She cried, fake innocence tying with her charm, making her plea perfectly convincing.

Miss Ramirez smiled at her understandingly at her then turned to me and said, "Weslyn, promise me this behavior will not continue." Miss Ramirez's eyes bored into my skull.

"I promise," I muttered, not looking at her. Luckily I was smart enough to know to shut up.

From that moment onward Melody treated me like a filthy rat, insulting me, physically hurting me, and silently trying to break me. She always did it when no one was watching, so no one believed me except Mason, but he didn't know what to do.

On top of that, Melody had everyone swooning over herself, even though she was always hurting people. The only person she'd swoon over was course, you guessed it, Raymond. He'd pretend not to notice how she treated him like the most adorable puppy in the world.

Outside through the Starbucks windows I could see dark heavy rain clouds and out came a soft rain with a light sound of platters. I sighed and checked my phone again.

Still nothing from Ray. Was he coming?