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=-=-=- CHAPTER 4 -=-=-=
I picked up the very crinkled and folded letter from the spot on the foot of my bed where I had thrown it a minute earlier.
It was 12:30PM and I had already read Jason’s letter at least fifteen times. Why would he write stuff like that? He quoted Romeo and Juliet… And I think he was implying he loved me! But then he kind of battled himself on the paper… What am I supposed to think?
I sighed. So he’s really Labo’s son? On the letter, he wrote, “I didn’t say anything because Labo is,” before he was cut off. The next sentence was in completely different handwriting. It couldn’t have been him. I hope. But what could Labo be, besides a vampire? He’s a vampire. There. Problem solved? I wish.
I threw it back down in disgust. Why does my life have to be so difficult?! I decided to write a letter. It’s not like I’m ever gonna give it to him. I found a notepad and a number two pencil in the top drawer of my nightstand. Then I started writing the letter I wouldn’t deliver.
What’s going on? I have no idea. You seemed so nice but then you give me a letter that makes me think you’re a total psycho! You argued with yourself, and even though it was a different handwriting I think it was all you. How could you write lines from Romeo and Juliet and then write angry words in caps? They just don’t mix. I felt something for you too, but now I’m not so sure. You’re… different. And my cousin. I think. Sigh. I would be laughing at how we both wrote sighs in our letters, but I’m not in a good mood. You ruined my happiness.
- Nicole Smith
I let all my anger out in that letter. I looked down at my purple shirt and flip-flops, and I decided to change into gloomier clothes to match my mood. I left Jason’s letter, my letter, and the pencil on the bed.
I changed into black skinny jeans, black converse, and a black t-shirt that said, “FAIL.” I put my hair up in a low ponytail. I walked out of the bathroom and I saw that my note was missing.
“Oh, great.” I muttered under my breath when I noticed a new note in Jason’s handwriting on my pillow.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O That I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!”
See you at 12:45
I sighed and clutched the note to my chest. How could he be so romantic now, yet in the last letter he was insane?! The digital clock now said 12:40.
“I have to hurry up.” I said out loud.
I placed the note on top of the notes from Daysi and Esther and I began to write him another note.
Okay, you weren’t meant to read that letter. This feels so childish! We’re not speaking face to face, we’re writing stupid little notes. Okay, maybe yours aren’t sooo stupid, but mine are. Ugh. Look at what you did to me! I’m messing up my words. Thanks. We need to talk. You can teleport away whenever, but we need to try, at least! We’ll talk at 12:50.
I purposely went into the bathroom when the clock read 12:44. I pressed my ear up to the locked door and I heard a very familiar sound in the other room.
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Cabin 5Mystery / Thriller
Nicole Smith is a normal 17-year old girl. "Normal" in the sense that she doesn't have any strange abilities or crazy habits. Six year ago, the rest of her family got killed in a car crash. She finds herself in the custody of her odd uncle, Labo. He...