I did some, but I was kind of waiting to find out what she had, you know, compare notes, because there was no point in us doing the same thing, right? But I couldn’t ’cause she wouldn’t answer her phone and then I didn’t know what to do, and I was going nuts all weekend trying to get ahold of her-” No one answered all weekend, and now she’s not even here today, and I don’t know if she did any work at all on it. And it’s not like I wanted to leave it to the last minute, but she was always later later later, you know? And finally I said we gotta get together this weekend, and we were supposed to meet on Saturday morning before my tennis lesson? So I waited and waited for her, but she didn’t show up, and I had to get to my lesson, right? And then I called her house after, but no one answered. “You assigned me Krista to be my partner for the project. Carter looked up and set her pencil down very carefully on her desk, lining it up precisely next to her planner, and finally raised her eyes to Stacy. But just then we were all looking around at each other and wondering who else was keeping secrets and who would be the next one to disappear. Later, people would be saying how long they’d suspected and how much they’d never really liked Krista anyway. The whispering would start later, as the shock wore off.

She was paying a lot of attention to checking off names on the role or supposedly taking role but totally not looking at that whole side of the room where Stacy was flinging her hand limply about on her wrist.Īnd leave it to Stacy to be so wrapped up in Stacy that she didn’t notice how quiet it was this morning in first period English and how everyone just kind of sat there. Eventually she was doing that thing where you lean one elbow on the desk, and your other elbow in your hand, like you’re going to collapse from the exhaustion of trying to get the teacher’s attention. Stacy Scarpelli had had her hand in the air for, like, five minutes. Not like I’m psychic, not really, but you don’t have to have any special mental Talent to see the signs…if you’re paying attention. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.Īuthor’s Note: This book is a work of fiction.

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Hush Money by Susan Bischoff