Chapter Three
Phoebe woke up on Tuesday morning with a strange feeling. Her arm slightly stung, and her lip hurt, too. But her Clawdeen Wolf doll was by her side, so she was happy.
At breakfast, her mother asked her why her lip was big and red. Phoebe shrugged and told her it hurt a bit that morning. Her mother said she probably bit it in the middle of the night.
On her way to school, Phoebe's father asked her where the cuts on her arm came from. Phoebe turned her arm, and sure enough, there were cuts there. She replied that she didn't know. Her father said she must've cut it on something while she was sleeping.
Phoebe examined her cuts. They looked almost like claw marks. Surely nothing could've made cuts like that, at least nothing by her bed.
Phoebe pushed the thoughts away and continued working on her maths assignment.
