When a shy girl from Figure Eight suddenly gets whisked into a dangerous treasure hunt involving four pogues known for their knack for trouble, she finds herself navigating not only the troubled waters of adventure but also the complexities of frien...
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It had been an hour and a half since the trio had witnessed Miss Lana's frantic outburst, and after reaching the chateau, they quickly called Kie and Pope, urging them to come to the fish shack immediately. Now, Kie and Pope were sitting on the porch opposite the others, exchanging bewildered glances as they tried to process the urgency.
JJ had been pacing the room non-stop since they arrived at the chateau, his anxious energy filling the space. The sound of his sneakers scuffing against the wooden floor created a backdrop as he began explaining to the others what had happened.
Meanwhile, Sydney hadn't moved from her spot on the old couch outside on the porch. She sat quietly, unusually still, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.Her brown eyes stared into the distance, lost in thought, as if searching for answers hidden among the trees lining the property.
John B, on the other hand, was stationed at the porch window, staring out like he was stuck in a trance. He hadn't spoken a word, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened. The tension in the air was thick, wrapping around them like a fog, and the unspoken fear hung heavily in the silence.
"And we were just like this," JJ said, stepping up to the brick wall attached to the porch and leaning his back against it like they had done with the wall in Miss Lanas house. "And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!' Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside!" The blonde tried to explain to the others as he punched the air mimicking the men.
Sydeny looked to the left of her watching the boys dramatic retelling of the story she could tell he was panicked with his wide and frantic eyes and his messy hair from anxiously running his hands through it so many times.
The girl let out a sigh. "Can you calm down?"
"All right? And i'm just looking at them like- Wait first off," Sydney's request was met with silence as JJ continued his rant, ignoring her. He paced to the center of the room, stopping between the couch Sydney was perched on and the two chairs where Pope and Kie sat. He began, running his hands through his messy hair. A few small flakes fell to the floor. "Look at this shit," He glanced at them before continuing,"Look at it."
Pope and Kiara exchanged looks of pure disgust as they eyed the white specks gathering at JJ's feet.
"Bro," Pope muttered, wrinkling his nose. "The house..."
"That's dandruff. Disgusting," Kie added, glaring at the falling particles.
"Okay, thank you," Pope gave JJ a shove, pushing him back slightly as he was the closest to him and getting the paint on his shoes.
"Look at all that, alright," JJ straightened up, brushing more of the dried paint from his hair. "Thats paint."
Pope and Kie still looked unconvinced, but before they could protest, Sydney, who had remained quiet on the couch, reached up and ran her fingers through her own hair. Tiny bits of paint dusted her fingertips. "No, he's right. It is paint."
