No sooner I opened my eyes than I heard a loud voice, completely destroying the last shreds of sleepiness in my body.

"Mira, come eat your breakfast!" My mom yelled. Then in a softer tone, she added, "You also don't want to be late again, you have so many complaints from the teachers I'm beginning to worry if they will outright expel you."

Ugh, "What time is it...?" I said, moving my eyes towards the clock beside my bed. "I'm not answering that for you, you lazy ass daughter! Get moving already!"

Yeah, it was after eight in the morning... I was screwed. The door to the school closed at around a quarter past eight and I needed half an hour to walk there. Perhaps if I managed to remember where I last left my bike, I could reach the gates in time...

I turned to look at my phone which should have woken me up more than an hour earlier and noticed the notifications for the missed alarms. I checked my phone's volume and it was almost muted... well shit. I was going to get revenge for that! I'm certain that my brother is the only suspect I would need to interrogate.

I had no time to get ready, so the world would have to be graced with my natural beauty in one of these rare cases.

I scarfed down a slice of bread with honey and grabbed some muffins as I run for the door, only barely remembering to wear my shoes before going out.

In the end, I found my bike right outside home, unlocked it, and got to pedaling.

I must have set a new personal record considering I started ten minutes past eight and still made it with the gates open. I checked my phone for confirmation and saw that in the end they just hadn't closed the gates in time. I was more than three minutes late after the gate was supposed to be closed.

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I joined the class after it had started and couldn't avoid the glare of the teacher. This probably didn't help for a better reputation, just continued the bad trend. At least when someone expects a certain behavior from another, they don't find it nearly as insulting when you act like they thought you would.

Still, sitting in the most boring class in our curriculum my mind couldn't help but wonder to my statement in the newspaper. I sneaked a glance at Kyle who was paying attention only to the teacher... the only one still paying attention that is. What is he hiding from us?

I knew Kyle a little bit and personality-wise, he was a pretty nice person, fun to talk to and joke around but always left you feeling like he was holding back so much more. Of course, you didn't get that from a normal conversation, but I had developed some skills during the whole time I have been working for my newspaper.

Well, in the end even if he wasn't hiding anything I could make up a weird enough story that wouldn't normally be plausible, but my reputation would help straighten out. However, I really didn't want to do such a thing...

Kyle, although far from the most sociable of students, was still well known as the best student in our school and I had even propped up the event in my newspaper. My reputation might even take a hit if I don't do a good job on him, something which I hadn't considered previously.

I don't usually prepare for my next vict- I mean target, but in this case I probably should have done so.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely even noticed how time passed, the boring class over before I had realized it. I have a week before the next issue, so that gives me plenty of time to prepare... still, I had better talk to Kyle sooner rather than later. Not only I might find out something I can use for my story but also how he thinks about being the next week's victim.

Thinking about it more, considering my infamy, he should have been expecting to be targeted. He shouldn't be too angry, but if he is it would mean he has something to hide. Yes, I got to talk to him today.