Amy's POV-
The shaggy carpet was a comfortable place to lay down on, so it was the spot I chose to lay and actually start and finish my history packet. I flipped through the papers and groaned.
Might as well start. I only have today to do it before school starts tomorrow.
The carpet was warm and fuzzy and with sunlight streaming through the window, tinting everything in a soft, warm, glow made me just want to rip the packet apart and sleep. Nevertheless, I was almost done with accursed thing when my phone rang. The ringtone was Poppy's. "Fuck the paper, hello phone."
I tripped over to my nightstand and answered on the second ring. As soon as I picked up she started talking. "Can I come over, please?" Her voice had a bit of urgency to it and some desperation. "And I need a friend, even if it's just to sit down and watch a movie." I could tell on the other line that she was making puppy-dog eyes.
"You know the drill then. Make sure my mom doesn't see you." I let out a sigh, more worried about Poppy. "Yaaa! Eric is watching Cocoa; he loves her. He always wanted a dog but is just as happy with a pet pig."
Eric was Poppy's little brother; a more subdued version of her that was for sure. "I'll be there soon." She hung up. I decided to waste time until Poppy got here by reading. Going over to my dressing where the case I kept my reading glasses in rested on; I glanced up into the oval mirror and noticed for the first time that there was no sickly blue and black bruise around my neck.
Tentatively, I reached up and poked around my neck; there was no pain or soreness.
Well I'm not taking this for granted.
I shook my glasses out from the case, grabbed my book and walked back to shaggy carpet to read and wait for Poppy.
Time passed slowly before the bedroom door creaked open slowly and the grinning face of Poppy poked in followed by the rest of her body. She silently closed the light wooden door behind her; it shut with a soft click.
"Anyone notice you?" I asked, noticing the fact that she had a small red and white backpack slung across her back. I looked quizzically at her. I meant for her to explain why she had a backpack, but she misinterpreted the look. "Nope! At least I don't think so."
"But guess what I have." She traveled over and plopped down in front of me; pulling off the bag and placing it in her lap. It bulged as she took it off and under the unexpected weight Poppy almost dropped what every was in it.
"Money? Did you rob a bank, Poppy?" I pointed an accusing finger at her, "Because I can help you hide the cash, plus we can split the cash."
Poppy wrinkled her forehead in horror. "I wouldn't rob a bank!" then the backpack chirped and wriggled.
"Birds? Did you put birds in there? Poppy If you put birds in there we have to return them to wherever nature place snatched them from and stuffed them in your backpack."
"Jesus fuck! There are no birds!" She rolled her eyes in exasperation
"You can't fuck Jesus either." I patted her shoulder. Poppy closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose.
The latch that kept the backpack closed popped open and was nudged aside by a russet red snout, then the red masked face of a fox popped out.
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Demons
FantasySmall towns hold the most secrets, some more dangerous than others. What happens when people start to be murdered or others begin to go missing? The police don't know who or what is killing these people. Amy is just a 16 year old girl who even in he...