Chapter 8

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I woke up with a sharp pain in my shoulder and my head pounding. I slowly opened my eyes and coughed. The sound echoed through the huge room. I sat up slowly, confused. I was in a huge room. I couldn't see anything, just the outline of cobwebs and dust along the walls. “H-Hello?” The sound echoed again. I stood up slowly feeling around the walls. Before feeling a light switch. I flipped it too on, and light flooded the room. It was so bright I had fallen to the ground covering my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my hands that were covered in dirt. I looked up and saw a girl with long dark hair standing with her hands in her hoodie pocket. She smiled. “Hello, I'm Sam.” she said smiling.  I stared at her in awe. She was beautiful. “Uh- hey-” I said hesitating , “I'm Aubrey.”  She walked over to me and helped me up. “I know, we've been expecting you.”  She held my hand and walked me into a huge room with around 20 other girls. All of them looked to be around the age of 18.  As we walked in they all stared and smiled at me all except one. She walked up too me and grabbed my shirt collar. “WHERE IS AVERY?!” She pushed me against the wall. “ WHY DO YOU LOOK JUST LIKE HER!?” Sam put her hand on her shoulder. “Nessi, let her speak, please let her go.” She dropped me down and let go of my shirt. Sam looked at me. “Aubrey, please explain.” What-? Who are these people? What are they talking about? “Avery-?” I asked. “My sister..she's been missing for 3 years.. I don't know what happened to her.”  The Nessi girl stormed out of the room. I put my hand on my pocket. “I got a note from her and went into her room and got the yellow box she told me to get.” I put my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out the contents. “These are what was in there.” I sat down and pulled out everything but the keys. The girls sat around me reading the original note. Sam glanced down at the floor. “Why haven't you opened that one yet?” I looked at the other note. “I honestly forgot about it.”

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