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Amelia's pov

Today started off as a shitty day. Not only did I get soaked to the bone because of the rain but the fans in the bathroom were not bloody working.

It was freezing, I was freezing, I was literally shivering and there was no heat in this school. I groan, kicking the edge of the stall. The weather had looked pretty clear before leaving the house yet when dad dropped me off, suddenly the heavens poured on me.

"Hey," some girl in the stall I had just kicked shout. "You're disturbing my shit."

I scrunched up my nose and decided I needed someone to help me. But I didn't really know anyone here yet and I wasn't sure Foster or Pickett was here. I got out of the bathroom and looked around.

I was super early and the hallways were not crowded as yet. I sighed in relief when I spotted the short familiar girl with curly hair standing before a locker I presume is hers. I rush over to her, hoping Pickett would help me.

She's startled a little at my appearance. " Please tell me you can he