Cloudy With a Chance of Death.
Chelsie, Part Two

 When I drove home, my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen, sipping on hot tea.

"Yes?" I said as soon as I saw her.

"We need to talk," She said. She didn't let me respond before saying. "Your father and I were
speaking and we think you should switch schools. There's a nice all girls school in your
Grandma's town and your school is going through a lot what with Tara gone missing."

I didn't let her continue before yelling. "You just want to get rid of me! Only because dad's
going to get freaking arrested and you hate me and you wish you never had me! I know
I'm a freaking nutcase with two personalites and screwed up friends, but that doesn't
mean you have to get rid of me!"

She stared at me with blank eyes, but I ran out of the door, and of course, it was raining.

I didn't know where to go because I had nowhere to go.

I walked for hours in the rain, shivering from the cold.

"Chelsie?"

I turned to see my childhood friend, Greyson, staring at me with curiousity. We barely
talked because he didn't hang out with the popular crowd, but he was a definite
hottie.

"Grey."

"Chelsie, do you need somewhere to stay?"

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CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF DEATH.