I opened my phone and searched for her name.
I saw a picture of a girl with curly blonde hair and green eyes.
Her page said she lived only a few blocks from where I live. I picked up my bag and made my way to find her house.
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After walking for about a half hour, I approach a middle-class yellow house that said "Rademacher" on the mailbox. This had to be it.
I knock on the door and a tall woman with blonde curls, appearing to be in her early forties answers.
"Is Rowan home. I've come to return her journal o found on the floor at school. She must have dropped it."
"Yes. Thank you, dear. She's been looking all over for that. She'll be so relieved. Come in."
I enter the house and it was extremely clean and well managed looking. The wood floors were shining and there was no visible dust anywhere.
"Nice house, Mrs. Rademacher."
"Thank you, dear. I try really hard to keep it nice. It's pretty hard with five kids."
"You have five kids?"
"Yes. It's very stressful."
"You and my mom would get along. She has five kids too."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I never got your name , dear."
"Avia. Avia Caylor."
"You have a pretty name, Avia."
"Thanks , Mrs. Rademacher."
"Please, call me Eileen."
"Okay."
"Would you like some tea or water?"
"Yeah sure. Thanks. I'll take some tea."
"Coming right up. I'll go make some."
As Eileen goes to make the tea I hear footsteps creaking down the steps. I see a little girl , about five or six years old , just staring at me.
"Who are you?" The girl asks.
"I'm Avia. I've come to return something I found of your sister's"
"Which one? I have two, Rowan and Riley."
"Rowan."
"Oh and I'm Rennan."
"Your mom told me you have four siblings, do all of your names begin with "R."?
"Yep. My brothers names are River and Renley."
"That's cool! I have four siblings too."
"Do yours all start with "A"?"
"No. I have a sister named Em' and three brothers , Grant, Danny, and Blake."
"Cool!"
"Not really."
Eileen walks in with a tray of tea and sits next to me on the couch.
"Thanks, Eileen." I say.
"You're welcome, dear. Oh , I almost forgot." she walks halfway up the stairs and calls for Rowan.
A moment passes and I see the girl with the same curly blonde hair and green eyes come downstairs. That was her. For sure.
"This sweet girl has come to return your journal, she says you must have dropped it in the hallway at school." Eileen explains.
Rowan bolts over toward me and I hand her journal back. "Thank you. I don't know how I could repay you." she says while hugging me.
I break the hug , "Show me to your room. I've got some questions."
"Okay."
We go upstairs and she opens the door to her cluttered bedroom.
"What's all this?" I ask, looking around at bulletin boards and scattered notebooks.
"Plans."
"For what?"
"To get revenge."
"On who? Vrai?"
"You know Vrai? And how'd you know about that?"
"Yes and forgive me but I read some of your journal. Where'd you get all of Vrai's personal information?"
"Online. People post everything on their page. It was easy."
"What's Vrai's deal anyway? One fight turned into her on my ass every ten seconds. It's like she follows me. I have to keep my eye out for her , Romi , and Khailea."
"Who are Romi and Khailea?"
"Did Vrai used to work alone?"
"Yes. Whoever messes with her or stands up to her is followed around by her and she goes around hurting them whenever she can. After a while, she'll attack your family. Big families are her main prey. I haven't yet figured out why yet. She might just be using Romi and Khailea for help, to get to people easier."
"Woah, that's creepy as hell."
"I know. There's something really messed up with this kid."
"Don't worry too much about getting Vrai back. I'm working on a plan to end her for good."
"What is it?"
"I said I'm working on it, I haven't figured everything out yet."
"Maybe we can work together?"
"Sure! I'm Avia by the way."
"I'm Rowan."
"I know. Oh can I use your computer for a second? Open your journal , I'll retrieve the information about Romi and Khailea."
"Got it."
I search for Romi first.
Romielle Dree Redferne
March 12th 2001
Father : Vincent Redferne
Mother : Isabelle Redferne
Only child.
Address : 6th street, Aurora , Colorado.
Next I search for Khailea.
Khailea Nystrom.
Full Name : Grace Khailea Briar Nystrom
April 25th 2002
Father : unknown
Mother : Ada Nystrom
Brother : Xander Nystrom
Address : 6th street, Aurora, Colorado.
"There. We got it." I state. "What did you plan to do with all this anyway? Why do you need this information?"
"It'll make them easier to get."
"Nice."
I hear my phone buzz in my pocket . I take it out and see Em' calling.
"Shit, I gotta go. See you."
"See ya." she says waving as I rush out of the door and on my way outside.
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I answer my phone as soon as I make it outside. "Hello?"
"Avia, where are you? I've been waiting for ten minutes."
"I know I'm running a little late but I'll be there soon. Bye."
"Bye."
I hang up and run as fast as I could back to school.
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I make it too school within ten minutes and catch Em' on the bench. I dash over and sit next to her hyperventilating.
"Avia! Where have you been? You're breathing heavily are you okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine. Let's go." I get back up and wait for her to stand up but she pulls me back on the bench.
"Avia. You look like you'll faint if you take another step. We're taking the bus home."
"It hasn't got here yet?"
"Nope."
I sigh hard and sulk down on the bench.
The bus pulls in a minute later and Em' stands up. "Come on, Avia." She says holding out her hand for me to grab.
I grab her hand and she pulls me up from the bench and we both enter the bus.
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Once we get home , we get off the bus and I immediately run off to my room.
I open a chest in my closet that stores all my old stuff. It was all dusty. I pulled out a ton of old clothes and toys , until I finally found what I was looking for. My old unused journal my mom gave me when I was nine. It looked just like Rowan's, brown, old , dusty, and worn.
I was going to use it to figure out exactly how I was going to end Vrai , Romi , and Khailea. I wasn't just going to finish off Vrai. I was going to get her little friends too.
