❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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THE SOUND OF THE BIKE'S TIRES SCRAPING THE PAVEMENT at high speed left a trail that echoed throughout the area. Rory pedaled deftly, listening to the sound of the air rushing past her ears and ruffling her light brown hair.
She could feel the air rushing against her bare legs, passing through her white dress printed, shaking it. Though the sky was an intense blue, with no clouds to prevent the sun from warming the atmosphere, the chilly breeze was enough to make her shiver. She mentally thanked herself for wearing her knee-high white boots and her denim California jacket to protect her arms from the chilly breeze.
Since Billy had decided to skip school, she rode her bike to school.
She looked at the simple buildings, the first floor of which was mostly used for local commerce. Grocery stores, jewelry stores, barber shops. To her surprise, she found a movie theater at an intersection. Great! Now she had another place to spend quality Saturday afternoons.
One of her main distractions lately was exploring the city, which gave her a bizarre nostalgia, and even though autumn wasn't her favorite season, she had to admit that the colors of autumn graced any city.
Also, there was a habit of doing group work in each other's houses, so it was important to know more or less the names of the streets, and where the main attractions of the city were, so that you could find out where her classmates lived.
And sometimes it didn't take much to find out. Sometimes she would see familiar people leaving or entering their homes, or even find their parked burgundy BMW's.
In fact, she had always been a good observer. That's why, within a few weeks, she knew the birthdays of most of the people in her class. We can hear distant conversations if we concentrate well. The information comes in without any effort.
It's such a natural thing, just as she naturally found the Hawkins Public Library. Lovely. Her curiosity grew, and she knew that the library must contain a lot of valuable information about the town.
She leaned her bike against the outside wall of the building and entered. The smell of paper enveloped her, and the sounds of pages being unrolled and distant coughs were the only sounds to be heard in the quiet place.
She wandered through the dimly lit aisles of bookshelves filled with books of all sizes and various works, neatly organized by author and date of publication.
