Chapter 11

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TW: Cursing

*Michelle's POV*

After finding out Nia's letter, when I got home, I ran to the bins on the beach and scrambled to find the bottles.

I had gotten a few dirty looks but I didn't care, I had to find that bottle. I then found three bottles and realised that only one had a piece of paper inside.

I figured it was so my parents wouldn't figure out. I grabbed the scrunched up piece of paper from the bottle and read the letter.

I felt a shudder down my body and immediately grabbed a pen from my pocket and scribbled something out. My friends were not allowed to know this.

I decided to text my friends on the group chat:
I found my letter, come to the beach.

Half an hour later, all of my friends arrived. I gave Erik the letter.

Dear Michelle,
Be careful with what you do. However, knowing myself you're never careful. Chaos will happen. You already know that. You're not very good with chaos. I came up with the idea to write letters to all of our past selves (not to toot my own horn). But back on to the important information. You end up having a lot of battle scars ### #### #### ###### ## #######. And one of your friends is dead. But I think you know that already. So, as Erik said, don't eat the pill and TELL YOUR FRIENDS WHAT YOU FEEL! But I think that's obvious as that's what everyone does when they're met with chaos.
From Michelle

"Why is there something crossed out?" Erik asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, "It was already there."
"All of us so far have got written that someone dies, which must mean that it's either Rozalina or Abdul," Erik said.

"Erik, don't say that," Nia scolded him.
I gulped. I didn't want any of my friends to die. And now it was becoming more and more of a reality.
"I know, but maybe we can prevent it from happening," he said.

"It's fate Erik, you can't change it," Rose said.
Erik ignored them and said, "Anyways, you two need to find your bottles."
They both nodded their heads and everyone left.

What the f*ck was going on?

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