Chapter 4

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             •Something Fishy•

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   •Something Fishy•

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Artemis always liked privacy. It was a main aspect I'm life, keeping things private. And when someone went digging their nose in her business she didn't take it very lightly. And right now something was smelling too fishy.
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"I'm bacckkk" I string along as I step into the Sertori household.

See I had been visiting my grandma for about 5 days because she's sick. When we moved to Australia it was partially the fact that my grandmother ( my mums mother ) was originally born in Australia. When my mum was 24 she moved to London; to get away from my grandma and her insane mania.

She's the definition of the crazy old lady that lives down the street.

The one that believes in spirituality and old folk tails, but now I know my crazy old grandma isn't as crazy as everyone thinks she is.

Anyways back to it.

Just as I move through the threshold, I spot a body hurdling towards me and a pair of arms find themselves wrapping around my neck, a familiar scent invading my space and I find myself hugging them back.

"Artie! I missed you." Cleo exclaims pulling back from the suffocating hug.

"I missed you just as much" I reply with a grin.

She grabs onto my hands, and with a hint of seriousness supporting her wide hazel as she looks into mine, she whispers, "I have so much to tell you."

And with that she pulls me along up the stairs, our feet thundering against the carpet and we make it to her room. I walk in and throw myself on her bed, feeling the softness of her duvet on the parts of my skin that weren't covered.

I watch Cleo make her way around the bed and sit on her desk chair, and she spoke.

She filled me in about the chaotic sleepover, her new job at the Marine Park, and the locket Emma found at the bottom of the moon pool.

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I have been at the Sertori household for about 20 minutes, and about ten minutes ago Cleo got out a journal and started drawing.

What is she drawing?
I have no idea.

So now I'm still lying on her bed with my eyes closed relishing in the faint scratching of a pencil and the relaxing atmosphere until that was vanquished by Cleo's quiet speaking.

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