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Keefe POV.
Everyone followed me inside Havenfield, we walked up the stairs all the way to the third floor, and in front of...in front of Sophie's room. It was a little hard to say her name. Whenever I say the name I just feel more and more betrayed than I already do.
We all stood in front of her room waiting for someone else to open the door, not ready to do it themselves. I was getting sick of it, I needed an answer fast. I opened the door. Everyone walked in and started to search.
I thought hard, harder than I ever have, where would Sophie hide something important. A thought sprung inside my head. I walked over to her bed and lifted the mattress up and found...
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Supplies, Art supplies, Interesting. There was also a book, I think it is a drawing book because of the picture of a pencil on the book. I flipped through it and I saw gorgeous sketches. She drew one of each of us, including Wylie and Rayni and they are barely in contact with Sophie. She drew pictures of her cat from her human family. What was the name again....Mary? No...Marty? Yes Marty! ( A/N It is Marty right? I don't remember. ) Her sketches were beautiful. I didn't know she could sketch like that. She is really good, maybe even better than me. Actually definitely better than me. I didn't find anything good other than the fact that Sophie enjoyed drawing.
I dropped the mattress back down. UGHHH! Why is this so hard? I dragged my hand through my hair out of frustration. I turned around and kicked something so hard my foot started hurting. A voice said out of nowhere,
"Oii! Idiot! What did I ever do to you. You don't kick things or people when you are mad. Especially not me. Understood? If idiots like you keep kicking me when they're mad then there'll be nobody left to remember Jolie's important info, and nobody to help Sophie with her make-up. Actually there is one other person to help with the make-up but looking at you guys right now, she probably won't want to help with it. And that person is......Biana. Anyway, back to topic, nobody kicks me, understood?" And that voice happened to belong to Vertina.
"Sorry" I mumbled, looking at my feet ashamed of myself.
I continued looking around. And then out of nowhere, I really had to use the bathroom. But this was more important, searching for clues. I need to know if I was betrayed. I continued to search. You know what, never mind, I really need to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom door and opened it. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I went to the toilet and did my business. After I was done I flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash my hands.
I washed my hands with soap and dried my hands with a towel. After I put the towel back, I walked to the door and was about to open it when I noticed something near the sink. About 10 tiles were higher than the rest. That was a start. I tried to pull the tiles out but it didn't work. Ughh! I banged my hand against one of the tiles so hard my hand hurt. But it was worth it, because the 10 tiles that were higher started moving. I saw a bunch of bottles there, stacked on top of each other.
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BETRAYAL!!!- A kotlc fanfiction
FantasíaSophie Foster tries to convince them, she tries to explain to them, but they don't listen. She feels abandoned, betrayed, lost.