It was a sunny spring day the first time Georgette saw the man who would become her husband. Georgette was seventeen and a senior in high school. She stood by her locker in the crowded halls at Raytown High School. She was chatting with her three closest friends outside of her family. Her sister, Zelda, was her closest friend by all accounts. Those two were peas in a pod as they say. They did everything together and of the eight daughters of the Aston family they were the two youngest and closest in age to each other.
Zelda was the shyer of the two sisters and therefore not as popular at school. She was a junior just a grade behind Georgette. Georgette was pretty and smart and very well liked she was without a doubt the most popular girl at their school. She was the head cheerleader and was dating the school's star quarterback. But she hadn't let her popularity go to her head she was very grounded and watched out for her younger sister. Everyone knew not to mess with the Aston sisters.
Georgette was entertaining her friends with the latest gossip when the crowd of students seemed to part like the Red Sea and there at the end of the hall stood George Walker. He was a tall boy and well-built with green eyes and auburn hair and kissed by the sun from working on his family's farm. He stood at the end of the hallway not knowing where to go as he was a new student to this school his parents having just moved to the "city" after selling their farm. George honestly missed the farm and his smaller country school this place seemed to be crawling with students. He was slightly claustrophobic.
George looked her way and their eyes met for a second she smiled he quickly turned away darting down a side hallway. Georgette was shocked by this reaction she had been friendly she thought it a little rude that he didn't even smile back. But when their eyes met George's heart had about leaped out of his chest he was smitten from the first moment he saw her and the feeling was mutual. Though neither of them knew each other yet their paths were destined to cross. Georgette's friends continued talking to her not noticing that she was no longer paying any attention to them.
"Did you see that boy?" she asked, "who was he?"
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Alice Cooper woke that morning for work having not slept well at all she was up all night with crazy dreams. Dreams she hadn't had in a long time. Not for thirty years in fact. What did it mean? She had seen Veronica Baker in her dreams also she knew her now from their meeting in the library. She was very jealous that she was sharing her dreams she wanted to find a way to keep her out of them but didn't know what to do. Why had Georgette reached out to someone new? Had she failed her somehow? She had done everything she had ever asked what was different now? She thought over it as she got ready for work. Being distracted by her thoughts her hair wasn't as perfect as it normally was. She flipped through the clothes in her closet trying to decide on an outfit to wear.
She kept coming back to her dreams. She couldn't focus finally she pulled out the outfit she had worn to her book signing and hurriedly threw it on. She wanted to get to the school and talk to Veronica (hopefully she will stop by the library,) thought Alice then I can ask her about her dreams again and see if she had gotten any further in them. Alice's always ended the same way with George killing his poor defenseless wife with his axe. She grabbed her things and rushed out the door.
Marcea Dark sat at her kitchen table eating breakfast. She was already dressed for the day. Her black hair tied neatly atop her head. Marcea took after her mother's side of the family in looks. Her mother had immigrated to the U.S. from Mexico with her parents when she was young. She read through the newspaper while eating a bowl of cereal. Her cell phone rang she put down her paper and her spoon then stuck her hand into a large black leather bag that hung from the side of her chair.
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In The Garden
Mystery / ThrillerBook 1: Two detectives try to decide if the events of a tragic massacre thirty years prior have anything to do with their current investigation. The truth they seek is buried in lies and in the minds of those who were there. Can ghosts of the past r...