"What the fuck is up with these crusty ass togas?"
Wherein 7 girl take a trip to a museum for their subject history and find out that they all should have listened in class.
Part of the Queenwood Series
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Izzy's POV
No one moved, no one blinked and no one spoke. I felt a lump grow in my throat and found myself wordless. Joanna was still holding her arms up, as though Alex was still in her there. She made empty choking sounds as tears rolled down her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, as though she was still trying to see Alex. I felt frozen in place and I stared at the place Alex once lay. The room was silent aside from Joannas heavy breathing, except, one voice broke it. "Well fuck."
Everyone's head snapped towards the source of the voice, Tali. She was shaking her head as though she couldn't believe it. I felt angry that that was all she could muster. How dare she, say those words, those meaningless words. "Really Tali?" I hissed.
Tali shrugged and spoke again, "We should leave, this has gotten weird and I don't wanna be apart of this. Lets just say Alex didn't come in with us and we lost her."
She turned and began to walk to the door before Sophie intercepted her. Her eyes narrowed like a snakes, in fact the way she moved and acted was like a rattle snake sizing up its prey. "We are not leaving." She whispered glaring at Tali.
Tali towered over Sophie and glared down at her. The way Tali stood was the way someone would stand to throw a punch. "Move."
"No."
Jemima ran over and quickly stood between the two of them pushing them apart. Her face was pasted with concern and her green eyes darted from person to person. "Guys please, come on, let's talk about this before we jump to any conclusions," she begged.
"I told her not to touch it.." I whispered out loud, my hands placed themselves up in my head as I spun in circles on the spot.
Everyone turned to stare at me and I felt the silence fall once again. There was the sound of fresh tears that had rolled from my face drop onto the floor. Drip Drip Drip. "Guys.. the paper is doing something weird..."
I looked up to see Sarah standing over the glass box. She stared at the rest of us with a look of shock. Tali, Sophie, Jemima and I scampered over to where Sarah was standing. We all peered into the box and stared at the ancient paper, upon it, ink had blossomed and was curling and twirling, creating familiar words. "Is-is that english?" I asked with wide eyes staring at Sarah who gazed at it intently.
