Marcie gathered her books and walked out of the classroom. The tightness in her chest was evident as she re-read the test paper for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. She couldn't believe it. Another "C"!
Tears stung her eyes. Michael was going to kill her! Okay, maybe not, but he would definitely be disappointed. They worked so hard, studying for this test, and she knew all the answers, so why didn't she get an "A"?
Oh God... now she may lose her scholarship and would have to quit school. She would disappoint everyone; President Davidson, her professors, Michael, her father, and worst of all, herself.
She walked into the Onion and groaned when she spotted Jen and Riley, sitting cozily on the sofa, studying together. She should go over and say hello, but she was most definitely not in the mood for conversation. Quickly, she walked past them, praying that neither one of them would see her. She just wanted to be left alone.
Once outside, she walked quickly, not knowing where she was going. Soon she arrived at Angel Square. Thankfully, it was deserted. She needed a place to be alone with her thoughts. She smiled, remembering how she and Michael had sat in this very place on Valentine's Day. It was strange... Almost as though this was where they had fallen in love.
She sat down on the bench that Michael had donated in honor of Gabrielle. It was one of the sweetest things he had ever done, although she could never figure out why he did it. He was devastated by her death, and yet he barely knew Gabrielle. Marcie's heart warmed, thinking of Michael. Her love for him grew deeper every day.
'Okay, Marcie! Enough daydreaming!'
Sighing, she picked up her book and thumbed through the pages until she came to the chapters that were covered on the test. She began reading the material over and over again, trying to figure out why she had managed to get a "C". She used to be a straight-"A" student, so how could her grades have fallen so rapidly? Michael didn't seem to be worried about her grades, but she was. She knew her dad would freak out if she failed yet another class, but Michael had gently assured her that it wouldn't happen.
She was unaware of a figure, standing in the distance, watching her. The figure stepped out of the shadows, and moved toward her. Suddenly the person came closer until they were almost face to face.
"How's my girl?" a familiar voice said.
Marcie looked up, startled. Her heart pounded as she looked into those gorgeous eyes. She put her hand over her mouth and was overcome with dizziness.
"Al?" she said. Seconds later, everything went black.