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Chapter 8 - Constellations

Corida's POV

My mind likes to play tricks on me. Torment me. Remind me.

Especially of her. But it hurts to remember her. Because I feel like it was my fault she's gone. It partially is, however, it wasn't my finger on the trigger. It wasn't my hand that held the gun. But I was the one who the trigger was meant to hit.

My mind reminds me of this every night through nightmares. Nightmares of her. Of that horrid day. Some nights, my mind is nice enough to replay good memories of her. Like the worst day of my life, but the best day of hers.

I hold my breath, clenching my eyes shut as if that would make any difference. I do go by the rule 'If you can't see them, they can't see you.' But my best friend must be a ninja or have night vision or something because after a few seconds of hiding under her bed covers curled up in a ball, she yanks the covers from over me and squeals.

"Found you again, Corie! You're no good at this game. I'm the best seeker. Reigning champ." She grins wider than her favourite character from Alice in Wonderland, Cheshire Cat. (Or in her words, 'the happy purple cat')

Her blonde fringe falls over her wide and glistening hazel eyes and she puffs air from her mouth to blow it out of her face. "Come on, Corie. Let's go find Eileen, I'm pretty sure I smell those cookies she promised us before. If we run, we can beat Indigo and Dylan before they eat them all!" She orders in a sharp whisper, probably so that Indigo and Dylan don't hear our plan.

"I bet I can beat you." I courageously say, getting off of the bed and standing before her. She narrows her big eyes at me and smiles devilishly.

"Winner gets the loser's cookies." She bribes me and I take a second to decide. Hmm, sounds kinda risky. But as Eileen always said to us, life is about taking risks. My 9 year old mind can't completely understand what that actually means, to take risks, but I'll come to know eventually.

When I've come to my choice, I hold my hand out for her to shake on it, "You're on."

It only takes her a blink of an eye to shake my hand and dash out of the room.

"Hey! No fair, I didn't say go!" I shout after her, also beginning to run after her and following the scent of chocolatey perfection.

"You were going to do the same!" I hear her little voice yell back from downstairs as I dart down them too, successfully not stumbling over my feet. I'm so clumsy, it wouldn't be the first time that's happened. Although I think the first 3 times had something to do with Dylan's big feet waiting for me at the bottom step to trip me up. He's always a meanie to me. Probably because of that one breakfast when I ate the last of his favourite cereal... by accident of course.

Finally coming to a stop in the doorway to the kitchen, I scowl at my blonde haired best friend as she scoffs down a cookie from the tray on the dark wood table.

I huff and heave myself onto a seat at the table without making eye contact with neither Eileen nor the cheater, slouching. Normally, Eileen would point out my bad table manners or ask me to 'Turn that frown upside down', but lately, she's seemed more quiet and... sad.