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Dead Little Me Ch.2

(the next morning)

Grace's POV:

I awoke with the sun shining into the bedroom where we all slept. I looked over to see if Katie and Jordan were still asleep. Their beds were made and their pajamas were strewn on the floor. I stood up, and took off my long white nightgown to change into one of my Emily the Strange T's and a pair of black Tripp pants, with purple highlights. I bushed my wild hair, and braided it in pigtails. I reminded myself of Wednesday Adams.
I made my bed, and walked to the kitchen. Jordan and Katie were sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette. Well, Katie was the one smoking."With all this smoke," I said, "no one will need to hunt me down." "Fine! I'll put it out," Katie said grumpilly.I could tell she was really nerveous about that note, because she only smoked before lunch when she was really nerveous. I opened a cabinet and pulled out a scotch glass.
"So, how is everyone this morning?" I asked as I opened the refrigorator. "Tired," Jordan sighed, "Isn't it a little early for a drink?" I smiled and pulled a carton of milk from the fridge, "There's always time for a glass of milk, even if the glass is made for scotch."
Katie laughed, but then started coughing. "I really should stop smoking," she said through the coughs. She covered her mouth with her hand, and glanced at her watch, "Oh crap! I gotta go!! I'm gonna be late!!" She grabbed her satchel, the keys to the car, and ran out the door saying, "I'll see you at lunch!"

Jordan's POV:

Grace was gaging on her milk, she always trys to say goodbye to Katie before she goes to work, but Katie left before she could. "You okay?" I asked. "Yea, I'm fine, just choking to death, no big," She gasped. "Shut up, smartass,"I said as I pulled her in to give her to give her a noogie. I rubbed my knuckles hard against her scalp. "Ow, Ow, Ow!! Okay, I give, I give!!!"she squealed.
I pushed her away. She reminds me of a little girl, with her braided hair, and milk moustache. She acted as if the note had never come, but behind the happiness in her eyes, I could see a twinkle of fear.
"So, What are we doing today?" Grace asked. "I don't know," I said. "I have an idea," Grace twitered. She went to the CD player and put in one of her mixed CD's, and then mumbled something that sounded like 'It should be number 3', but I couldn't tell. Defying Gravity, her favorite song from the musical Wicked, came on. Grace started singing and twirling to Elphaba's part, in the song. The sunlight glitered around her as she danced in front of the kitchen window.
I turned around to get a glass out of the cabnet Grace had left open, when I heard a crash, and a thud. I swiveled around and saw that the window, Grace was just dancing in front of, was broken, and Grace was holding a bloody rock and a note.She looked at me, and I saw her cheek had been cut and there was fear in her eyes.
"What..." I said, but Grace interrupted me with, "Terrible things can happen when no one is watching." I went up to her and hugged her. I hugged her because I knew that this person would not stop trying to kill Grace until eigther she was dead, or they died.