Opal took out her knife and swung it around, sparring with an invisible partner. Swing. Slash. Stab. She kept sparring, pushing her body to her limits. Again. Again. Again. She feigned to the right and swung to her left. Keep going. Keep going. Her mother had once told her that when hurt lodged into her system, Opal had to hurt herself over and over until it got out of her system. That's what I'm doing now. Her arms throbbed and the bullet injury blazed like fire. Keep going. Keep going. She was sure that Fern nor Thomas could find her. She had only visited this place once. Just an old cottage on the edge of town. On the edge of our radius. A few years back, Fern and Opal designed a radius that we would never go out of. Never. Sweat dripped onto her back, and Opal wiped it off. She ran around swinging her short, blunt knife in graceful, strategic movements. Floorboards creaked behind her. Opal brandished her knife, already snarling.
"Hello, Opal."
The knife thudded to the ground. Time slowed. The voice's owner grabbed her. Opal didn't resist. The world faded into blackness.
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Let the Games Begin
Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about a girl, Opal, whose Mom died. The only thing that her Mom left her was a strange locket. The girl has to solve the mystery of her mother's death to save her home.
