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I slowly turned around to see what had her attention so bad.

Melissa Moore was standing there, looking horrible. Her gesture were aggressive, but her voice was intimidated and unsteady, slightly quivering when she spoke. Despite the fact that I'd seen her only a couple of minutes before the chaos broke out on school ground, she was already looking so different and down. Her straight hair hung down her head in a heap of tousled mess and her face waa beet red. The golden glowing skin of hers was a silhouette of her minutes ago, and her nose were so pink, I fought the urge to grimace.

"Have you seen Dane anywhere?" She asked me, overlooking Shelly's look of contempt, and sniffling. "Before all these started-we uhm had an argument in the morning. It uhm-uhm wasn't settled."