Slightly Reminiscent (Slightly Awkward Series / Book Six / Teen Wolf)

chapter thirteen---AFTER IMAGES

Lydia and I were meeting up with Mason and Cory at the high school.

"Brett's missing," Lydia told me.

I was trying to be optimistic and cheerful. "'Missing', as in no one can find him and they're really worried?"

"'Missing', as in his sister Lori found blood all over his lacrosse stick," Lydia answered.

I sighed, making a face. "Why's our missing always involve blood?"

"Because it's Beacon Hills," Lydia answered. "Come on, we're meeting with Mason and Cory. We're gonna find him."

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Lydia and I went to the chemistry room, with Mason and Cory.

Lydia was trying to start a premonition by looking at a flame to try and hypnotize her, with a pen and piece of paper in front of her.

Mason was looking around nervously.

"You all right?" Cory asked. 

"Yeah, why?" Mason asked.

"Just checking," Cory answered.

"No, it's okay, I don't see anything," Mason told us.

"Huh?" Cory asked.

"Nothing," Mason told us.

"Quiet, please," Lydia told them.

"Sorry," they told us.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at Mason and Cory, turning her attention back to the flame.

Cory looked at me. "Stacie, she ever tried this before?"

I kept my voice low as to not distract Lydia. "Initiating a premonition? A few times. They usually find her."

"How will it help us find him?" Mason asked.

"I don't know," I told them. "But if Brett's dead, I think she'd already know."

"Do you think it's working?" Cory asked.

"It might if you stop talking," Lydia told us.

Cory couldn't help but reach out for the Newton's cradle sitting on the lab station, plucking at one of the steel balls. Mason and I realized what he was doing just a second too late to stop it. There was a loud click from the kinetic energy toy, distracting Lydia again. Lydia and I gave Mason and Cory an annoyed look.

"Sorry," they told us.

Lydia began to hear something. The Bunsen burner flame blew out. Lydia began to write on the paper, looking up creepily, looking like she was possessed.

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Lydia was now out of her trance, showing us that she had written a lot of stuff in various forms.

"Does anyone speak Chinese?" Cory asked.

"My phone does," I answered, using my phone to take a picture of the piece of paper and translate it.

Mason read from another piece of paper. "Lux-V?"

"No, it's a Roman number, '68'," Lydia told us.

"68," I repeated. "That's what the Chinese says, too." I read from another piece of the paper. "E.R."

"E.R." Mason repeated.

"E.R, what?" Cory asked.

Lydia turned to the element property table in realization. "Erbium. The atomic number for Erbium is 68."