• I didn't want to. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be, but do I? No. If I had my way, I would still be sleeping in my nice, warm bed, instead of crouching behind some nasty dumpsters in the minus ten degrees weather.

    "Adele!" My eyes snapped open. I resisted the urge to yawn. "Snap out of it!" I muttered something unintelligible, even to myself and then went back to imagining the warmth of my bed, and why one earth I agreed to wake before noon on Saturday. Oh yeah. I didn't have a choice. I had sold my soul to the devil, in an almost literal sense. Meet Emele Baxter. My best friend, and at the current moment, worst enemy.

    "Remind me why I agreed to this again?" I asked the questionable substance on the side of the dumpster.

    "Because someone decided that it would be a great idea to mouth off to the substitute teacher, AND flip her the bird as she was leaving the school."

    "If she hadn't given me that dirty look, I wouldn't of had to. It practically screamed 'Go rot in the fiery depths of-"

    "Here she comes!" Emele hissed. I turned and watched silently as the canary yellow sedan pulled into the condo parking lot across the street. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Emele asked quietly, studying me apprehensively. I clutched the locket to my chest and gazed at the woman stepping out of her car.

    "Absolutely."