The next morning, as Jamie walked to her locker, she spotted Sabrina walking in her direction. The cheerleader stopped in front of her locker, a few down from Jamie, and began turning the dial of the combination lock. Sabrina looked tired but otherwise acted normal despite the strangeness from the night before. Instead of her cheer uniform, she wore jeans and a sweater.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Sabrina said as she opened the locker.

Jamie paused, one hand on her own dial. "Huh?"

Sabrina turned to face her. "You're staring at me. It's really kind of creepy. Were you hoping to see me start blogging when I opened my locker? Or maybe catch me looking guilt-ridden?"

"N-no," Jamie said. She might have been staring, wondering what Sabrina thoug...

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