Do I Stink?

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———————————————Back at the Hotel—————————————
I washed my hair and waited for Ms. Maria to come back to our hotel room. The girls I shared a room with were playing Truth or Dare and it was getting boring. OoOoO, do you like this annoying boy? Ohhh, I dare you to tell us who you like. Ughhhh, popular people are so annoying sometimes. I decided I would take a walk in the hallway. After all, there is only so much squealing I can take. I heard someone whispering in Carson's room. It sounds a bit like Ms. Maria.

"Do you think we should tell her? She's clearly spooked. I just wish Chiron was here." I heard her say. Tell me what? I mean, I just killed my teacher and everyone forgot her. I'm obviously spooked. Wait, how did Ms. Maria even know about that? Was she talking about someone else? They probably would have called the police. "I mean, there's been monsters coming after her a lot recently. She can't be the one, can she? Her scent isn't very strong." I heard Carson say. I sniffed myself. I smell fine. What scent was he talking about? It was definitely someone else.

I heard Ms. Maria coming out. I backed up toward my room. "Violet? What are you doing out of your room?" I heard Ms. Maria say. Her gold eyes seemed to dull with worry. "Uhh, I couldn't handle the copious amounts of squealing." I stammered. Her eyebrow went up as if to say "You're lying" but she said nothing. "Okay, go to bed then. I'll come in a minute to shut them up" She said.
——————————————— In The Morning —————————————
*AKKK AKKK AKKKK AKKKK* I woke up with a start. Stupid alarm clocks. I threw my slipper at it, only for Ms. Maria to reach over to hit it. "Ouch! What was that?" She said. "Uhh, sorry, that was me, I tried to turn it off." "Okay, don't do that again. Mind helping me wake up the others?" She asked. Her hair looked a bit like a bird's nest. I must have been staring, because she said "Of course, after we get ready. I think the girls would have a heart attack if they saw me like this." I definitely agreed as I got out of bed to change. I put my favorite shirt on as we had a free day to spend by ourselves. I wanted to go see the Empire State Building. It's always entranced me because in every picture, I swear I see a small penthouse in the sky. It's very weird. Since we had to buddy up, I was going to go with Carson.
————————————— After Reaching the ESB ———————————
Well, the small penthouse in the sky doesn't exist. Maybe it's because the only pictures were from Ms. Maria's phone. Apparently her friend got it made for her. The company was apparently called Hephaestus, which made sense since he was the god of engineering and being all handy. It seemed funny to me that it would be named after a god, but I mean, Ms. Maria seems like she's from the 1900s sometimes with her clothes and soft mannerisms. Honestly, but I would never say this, she seemed to be lying about the phone. I would trust her with my life, but it was just very sketchy.

What was up with her and Carson though? They were definitely talking about me though, I'm sure of that. "Hellloooooooo?" Carson said. "You zoned out again." "Oh sorry, I was just thinking about something." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyways, we should probably go, we've seen it, it's time to head back." Carson said with a shaking in his voice. "What? You scared of a building or something?" I teased. "No, of course not, I just have a history with it." He said, whilst looking over his shoulder. I looked to where he was looking and saw a dog in the distance, maybe a few meters tall. Wait, a few METERS? I'm sure it's an illusion or something. I looked closer and saw a person? With black hair and a jacket. He hopped off and walked towards us.
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AN: Hey y'all! I was writing this and couldn't find a good stopping point so it's hella long. (It's also 666 words so teehee) (not anymore). I wrote this at school again so yeet. Also, PLEASE YELL AT ME IF YOU FIND A GRAMMAR MISTAKE, THANKS! This has been your chapterly PSA, author signing out.

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