Small 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...
I haven't have internet for the past 5 days! Because I moved to a new hotel... it's bigger but they don't provide WiFi. T^T. And I'm kinda depressed at the moment, my parents had a divorce in process and my dad took my dog with him, she was really my friend and now I'm really anti-social...
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Bigger than intend but whatever^ Here is some back story.Flower picture is of Rafflesia Corpse Flower commonly called the Corpse Lily which the internet seems to classify as two different species and I thought I was hallucinating when they both looked the same. The largest carrion flower as they're called is the Titan Arum which is actually the largest non-branching flowering plant in the world. Just because it's Summer vacation doesn't mean you shouldn't learn something! I just find these things interesting! If any information I use is wrong, inform me and I can fix it.
Amy's POV-
We ran all the way back home; not stopping even to catch a breath. The scenery zoomed by as Gertrude and I darted past the world back to my house. It was nearly dark when we reached back to my house and I had 50 texts from Poppy all worriedly asking where I was and why I wasn't answering her then exclaiming in dramatic all caps that I wasn't her friend anymore before apologizing and asking to come over. I sighed; my heart was still thumping in my throat as I texted the red head back that she could come over tomorrow since it would Saturday.
Gertrude was huddled in the corner, apparently, she hadn't forgotten the experience yet. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was hugging them close while her hair created a curtain over her face, blocking anyone from seeing it. Now I felt bad, I was the one who had dragged her into following the men when she just wanted to go home. But I didn't know how to make it up to her.
She must have really been rattled by the experience...
"H-hey... Gertrude are you Ok?" I asked. There was no response. I sat down on my bed with a sigh and looked out through the window. Dark clouds rolled over head and blocked the moon. Laying down I pondered over the events that happened.
What plan where they talking about?... By the context clues of the conversation it sounded like they were going to kill somebody....
A cold sense of dread washed over me, and I buried myself into my blankets and pillows before drifting off into sleep...
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I awoke to bright sunlight streaming through my window, finally I got to sleep in. Looking around my room I noticed that Gertrude wasn't there. She was frightened yesterday. I let out a sigh before slipping out of bed and getting ready for the day. Taking a shower and running a brush through my wet, bleach blonde white hair.
