Most people look forward to the holidays but the stretch between the thanksgiving and Christmas just makes me a nervous wreck.I'm actually starting to get a little concerned since that extreme extrasensory perceptional incident happened to Cara and...
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LUCAS:GRANT GUSTIN
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CARA: EMMA WATSON
SERÉNA: EMMA STONE
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PROLOGUE
Home,Winchester lane,San Francisco
NORTH AMERICA
1:33 a.m.
I was dead asleep when my phone buzzes. I reach out automatically & slap it silent,my cold hands were shaky,can't help its almost DECEMBER.
Then I grab it back and held it right in front of my face. It was 1:34 and I had one text message.
It read, HELP ME-c.
I blink CARA? I wrote back. The reply in few seconds later.
YEAH I'M SCARED.
I knelt on the corner of my bed to look out the window for maybe she's tricking me,she always does but I see nobody. Just the empty old streets,damp meaningless graffiti which lays on the street wall. The wall views crack-holes,like it always had. This blankness didn't tell me with confidence. I was in no mood for these kind-of weird text messages in the midnight. The goosebumps stroke my heart to beat fast pounding higher every second. Tiresome of the heaviness to keep lifting my eyelids,a heat rose up my gut blurs the vision smoking it.
