Sydney's Arrow

Prolouge

CHAPTER TWO: LA LA LAND
Sydney's POV
Paige has always been one of those girls who always seems to get lost in her own thoughts. Usually during this week every year it seems to get worse and worse though and I don't know why. Like right now I was in the middle of telling her that I actually found what we were looking for up in my attic. She seemed completely focused and then suddenly just as I was getting to the best part she just wasn't there. Well I mean she was there physically but it was like her mind was in some distant planet like La La Land only way further away.

                "Paige." I continued to call her name for about five excruciatingly long minutes before she finally snapped out of her trance and looked at me. "Sorry Sydney what you were telling me seemed important. Sorry I wasn't listening" the way she said it almost sounded like she was genuinely confused. I just went on and told her about how I convinced my mom to let me go into the attic to look for my favourite toy that I lost. The thing is I didn't actually lose a toy I was looking for something my mom and Paige's mom Christina had hidden from us a long time ago. The forbidden ouija board. I don't know why we weren't allowed to even see it but just the thought of it made both Paige and I feel like we had to have it. This may seem creepy and utterly false but when I held the board it felt like something was sticking to me trying to crawl into me. Anyways when I told this to Paige she didn't give me one funny look it was as if she understood the exact feeling I went through.
            
                    Christina chose that exact moment to call Paige down to say goodbye. It made me feel uneasy the way Christina looked at me over her beloved daughters head almost as if to say, I know you're planning something and if you hurt my precious baby I will hurt you worse. Something inside me started to stir. At the time I thought it was just my nerves, after all I was pretty terrified because I'd never done anything close to being as bad as this. Christina left and I practically had to drag Paige back up to my room. She always gets super sad when her mom leaves for a maximum of ten minutes then she's  fine. My mom calls it a little case of separation anxiety. I called to my mom that we were having a super secret conversation about boys so she couldn't come in. Then I shut and locked the door. Running over to my bed I reached under and pulled out the bag that held the ouija board. It was only 7:30pm. That meant half an hour until dark and half an hour to figure out how to work the board and communicate with spirits. Good ones..... Hopefully.