Maple stumbled along the street, the front of her sneakers scuffing the sidewalk and leaving scuff marks. The overhanging branches of an oak tree hung over her, their brown, dying leaves coated with frost. She stared at the large sign that was near the tall, imposing brick building.
"TOUCHED" it read, in all capital letters.
Maple stepped up to the concrete steps, placing her foot on the first. Then she stopped.
No.
She wouldn't let someone take care of her.
She needed to do this herself
"Crap," Maple said, curling her hand into a fist. Then she chuckled. "Now I sound like Vivian." She ran off the steps and into the woods. She had to find Vivian.
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Vivian opened the drawer. She brought out the mirror, the grimacing face of the Other Carrie still displayed on it. "We need to find Maple. She's my friend-" Vivian stopped. Friend? No, friends were unacceptable. Friends were a distraction. Friends were-
"Yes," Vivian said.
"My friend."
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Macy breathed in a shaky breath. She was feeling better, eating solid foods, but there seemed to be something there, like she was on the edge of a cliff and she was about to fall.
She shrieked, the soubd coming out hoarse and crackly. She felt a searing pain in her chest, right over her heart. The nurse heard it. She turned around from where she was scribbling messily on a form.
Macy hoarsely exhaled, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Her eyes were wide, full of panic.
"Heart attack," the nurse said, rushing over.
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Carrie ran furiously, her breath coming out in short puffs of white smoke. There was more frost than ever. The grass crunched under her and Vivian's feet as she ran. She couldn't see the sky as the day faded to twilight.
Vivian gasped, bursting, "I don't know where she is, but she usually hides out in Twills forest." Carrie kept running, turning her head to look at Vivian, her scalp tingling from the cold as her hair blew back.
Then she rammed headfirst into someone.
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Maple groaned on the ground, holding her hurting stomach. A girl with short, frizzy red hair that stood out in all directions had ran into her, and strangely enough Vivian was behind her.
The ground shook.
Maple looked closer at Vivian where she lay, unconcious. Why? Maple hadn't even run into her. Her black hair was splayed out in all directions, her porcelian face as perfect and flawless as ever.
The locket lay open beside her.
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Number 667
ParanormalMeet Vivian, the Obsessive-Compulsive black-haired new girl, who only cares about being liked by the teachers and getting good grades. Meet Carrie, a quiet girl with a troubled past who is isolated from society by troubling visions. Meet Maple...
