Since She Died Young....

Chapter 5- The Dancing Willow

Vicky's P.O.V.

What had just happened in the studio was really creepy. Not so much scary, just creepy. I glanced at Jojoe who had her head against the window. I tried to focus on my driving but my mind soon became clouded as that thing in then corner told something to leave them alone. I kept driving until we reached Park Avenue. Is is around where the park we used to play at is located. Sam always had us come her for important meetings. We always found them somewhat ridiculous but now, I actually kind of miss it. When I stopped the truck Jojoe's head came up at the same time. She got out of the car and walked cautiously to the big oak tree.following closed behind her I kept a careful eye on the tree.

The tree was very old in my opinion. My mom had said it had been there since she was little. That was like 40 years ago and it was full grown then too. No doubt this tree was over a centuries old due to its in a picture painted over 300 years ago. Only a few kids every 10 years know how to get up in the tree. Sam, Jojoe, and I were suppost to teach the next generation how to get in the tree. Jojoe set her hand on the tree and her head dropped and leaned against the tree. She picked her head up quickly and put both arms on the ancient tree. She leaped upward and did the special way to get up in the tree extremely fast. She glanced at me and I nodded. I followed her smooth transition and went up to our usual spots. It was hidden in the overbearing of branches. Cold chills ran up my spine as the breeze ran across my exposed arms. " Is it just me or is autumn colder than usual?"

I pulled my attention back to Jojoe from my thoughts about the tree, " We'll yeah we are having very bipolar weather this year" I responded.

She gave a small smile. " Sam would've agreed with that."

An awkward yet sad silence filled the air. It was painful to think that someone you've know for so long would have that happen to her. When I thought about it, I thought about revenge. She was murdered for no reason and brutally at that. Whoever had done it was sick and should just get killed. " What do you think happened at the studio" I finally asked.

" I think we saw a ghost" she said so quiet that it seemed as though the wind would have carried away her voice. " I see her every now and then. She knew she was going to die in the end though."

"How?"

" A gypsie predicted her death and she can take control of her" she said shaking her head. " I can't really remember her name but Sam took over her and defended me." We both chuckled because we knew how protective Sam was. " I'm pretty sure she goes to our school though."

"That's really nice to know" I thought aloud. She crooked an eyebrow at me. " Sorry. Just thinking out loud."

She looked lost in thought for a second. " I just had an idea!"

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. " Now you're starting to sound like Sam."

She ignored my comment and continued anyways. " Okay so we know we can talk to Sam right?"

" Duh" I said sarcastically. " You just said something about it."

She stuck out her tongue which brought a bemused smile to my face. " Anyways smartass" she began. " Maybe we could find the killer."

I looked at her like she was the most retarded person in the world and shook it off. " Okay let me get this straight" I started with a hand kinda out there as if saying 'wait a minute'. " You want us to look for a serial killer?" She looked at me as if saying 'duh'. " Yeah you are sounding like Sam because that is a horrible idea!"

She scoffed at me and looked offended. "How?!?!"

" Your idea might get us killed!"

" You never know if you don't try right?"

I stiffened a bit. That's what Sam always said to get us into all these horrible messes. I grabbed the bridge of my nose and let out a long sigh. " Fine" I said finally giving in after several long minutes and her persuading me. " How are we even suppost to start?"

She smirked that smirk I knew all too well. " We find that gypsie" she said hoping down. " Starting Monday."

With that, she was gone. I groaned into the sky. " What have I gotten my self into?!?!"