"What wrong with that rock?" Zyclane said while knocking Alex head-talking about the brain- "Ugh,Back when we were in the building,Do you remember the 15 numbers? Our Friends were killed? When you were lost? Why were you still alive?Remember the building and the haunted house? Because all of this was a sick joke." Alex said.Sick Joke? "How?" I asked . We all sat down and listened to Alex. In fairness,This girl is a smart ass.
"How many are we in the class back when we were in nursery?" she asked us. I quickly answered 15.Okay I'm slowly getting what she's saying. "The 15 numbers was about us.And remember what Doniyha said before,that she would like to live with us on a building [hotel] ?! And we even said our favorite numbers!" she paused breathing heavily. "What if that's just a coincidence?" Josh asked "No,What's your favorite numbers?" we all looking each other ,guessing who'll answer first,Okay,so I'm not the only one who's thinking she's nuts. "1" Maddy said,"4" I said while Josh said 3,Zyclane,5 and we all got it when we remembered Alex's favorite number is 2. "See! we all survived because our numbers are in order!" "But what was that for?" I asked "That's what we'll find out" she said "And our friends were killed because they always fight and doesn't trust each other,we survive because we did." Alex explained "But Zyclane was--" "Because of Danielle" Alex said "What?! Me?!" that's just crazy.why me. "Because you and Zy,fight most of the time" she said,I nodded because it's true. We all just sat there in silence,Alex wanted to talk but she trying to figure out what was the haunted house for. Then suddenly we heard a scream we all stood up and went out of the classroom. "HELP!" a disombodied voice shouted.But the voice was familiar.And it's a girly voice. I know this voice. Aha.
Doniyha.
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Teen FictionWarning: Do not enter. Those four words that we should have taken seriously. Those four words that could've saved everyone's lives. Those four words that could've stopped us from coming back to our past. We shouldn't have.