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Ms. Morrell

Adrianna felt firm hands wrap around her and pull her from the ground, her shoulder extended over theirs. She winced, her eyebrows pulling together in pain. Her body didn't heal electricity shocks, unfortunately.

She opened her eyes and looked to Isaacs swarming blue ones that were full of worry. She pulled her lips together, forcing her eyes to look at Allison whom was staring at her fathers gun. How could Chris do that to them? He could die, they had no leads, no way of finding him. And now Jennifer has all 3 sacrifices, she could do her last ritual at any time and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Adrianna looked back to Isaac, her eyes stinging from the water building up in them. She gulped, "We have to go--We have to find him--He's--He's--" Her hand flew to her mouth, covering the sob that attempted to escape. Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist and her body around so she was pressed against his chest. He knew there was nothing he could say to soothe her pain or sobs that were making their way through her body. He gently kissed the top of her head.

"He's gonna die--They're all gonna die."

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Adrianna followed Stiles and Lydia down the hall, her eyebrows pulled together as her feet attempted to keep up with their fast pace. "Wait, how can Morrell help us?"

"She works with the alpha pack, sort of. She has to know something." Stiles answered.

They burst through the office door to Ms. Morrell's room. Their feet halted in their tracks when they landed on a fairly large, dark-skinned woman sitting in front of Morrells desk.

"Are you here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asked.

"No i thought this was gym class." The woman replied in a tone harsher than they expected.

"Sweethart, we're not in the mood for funny. Do you know where she is?" Lydia politely snaps at her.

"If i did I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes! So how bout you two back out the door and wait your turn."

"We're not here for a session." Lydia sneers.

"Well I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on." The woman states.

"Hey, wait, wait. You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend." Stiles realised.

Adrianna frowned slightly, looking to Lydia whom held the same confused expression. Who was Heather? And how did Stiles know her?

"I was Heathers best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week." The woman, now known as Danielle, softened her tone as she remembered her best friends death.

"Hold on, did you say Mrs. Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Adrianna asked, looking the Danielle with furrowed eyebrows.

"And I don't know why either. She's always on time." Danielle agrees.

Adrianna raised her eyes to Lydia, confusion pulling their way across them.

"I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester." Lydia looked to Stiles, "She was never late."

"Well then she's not late, she's missing." Stiles concluded,

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?" Lydia asked in a fearful tone. If the alpha pack or Jennifer have already gotten to her, they had no hope of them attempting to find her.

Stiles slowly moved his eyes to Ms.Morrells desk. "Then I want to know what she knows." He moved around the desk and knelt behind the large draw.

"What're you doing?" Danielle questioned, sitting forwards in the chair.

"Trying to find her." Stiles simply answered.

"Those files are private." Danielle countered.

"Yeah, she's kind of right." Lydia agreed, her eyes slightly wide. They can't just go breaking into teachers offices and looking through personal items.

"That one's yours." Stiles held a manilla file above his head out to Lydia.

"Let me see that." Lydia snatched it from him and laid it on the desk, instantly starting to go through it. Danielle rose to her feet, suddenly intrigued by the file and what possibly could be in it.

Adrianna frowned, placing her hand on a ripped out piece of paper with a large oak-looking tree drawing on it. Her eyebrows furrowed even further, "Wait, Lydia, this is your drawing."

"Yeah I know, it's a tree."

"Yeah, good too." Danielle praised.

Lydia looked to the previously hostile woman with a slightly shocked expression, "Thankyou."

"No, it's the same one though." Adrianna pressed.

Lydia raised her eyebrows, "Same as what?"

"The same one I always see you drawing in class." Adrianna said.

The confused and innocent expression didn't leave Lydia's face as she stared at Adrianna. "It's a tree. I like drawing trees."

"No, but it's the exact same one." Stiles scrambled up from his position on the floor and moved the current piece of paper Lydia was holding out of the way so she could properly look at the tree. "Don't you see?"

Adrianna rolled her eyes, "Give me your bag." She turned and opened Lydia's handbag, scrambling in it to find the notebook she always saw her drawing in English.
She found it and pulled it out. She started to flip through the pages until she found nearly an exact replica of the tree Morrell had kept. There was barely any difference but the size. "There, see?" She rested it next to the loose tree.

Lydia frowned, leaning forwards slightly. How was it the same, like the exact same?

Adrianna slowly started to flip through the book, page by page, tree by tree in all different sizes and colours but all the exact same.

Danielle's eyes went wide, "Okay, you can have my session." She turned and grabbed the bag from the chair she was previously inhabiting. "You got bigger issues."

Adrianna was still flipping through the pages, nearly the whole book was filled with them. But something else was weird, something about it caught her eyes. It looked so familiar, so dauntingly familiar.

Lydia's breathing had quickened, her eyes flickering between the pages. How did she do this? Why? "What is this?"

"Wait, hold on." Stiles placed his hand atop of the pages to stop Adrianna from flicking through. His eyebrows were drawn together in deep concentration. He picked up the book from Adrianna's grasp and slowly started to flip it upside down.
It now looked like roots, big, deep roots from a cut down tree.

Stiles eyes went wide, raising from the book as it dawned on him. "I know where they are." 

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