Lena's Pov.
I don't know how I got here, considering my pack would barely let me go out to just run. I was sitting on the bus with a bunch of other smelly teenagers, on our way to a cross country meet.
It so far has been long. We have made one stop and that was because that one kid puked.
Scott hadn't been looking so good and were in the bathroom for a while. Almost didn't even get on the bus in time.
My minds been busy thinking about the sacrifices. It just seems horrible to think about the person who did this. And she seemed so sweet, a mother figure maybe, if she hadn't been a psychopath. Scott's pack hadn't figured it out, even though mine that has only been here for days, figured it out the instant they heard about it.
We stop at a hotel and hop out of the bus. We're supposed to partner up with the same gender for a room.
Coach goes over the rules.
1- no sex
2- no sex
And finally, 3- no sex
Hmmm, I wonder what he was trying to say?
I grab a key after everyone else had grabbed one and to my room where I would be alone.
As soon as I look up at the buildings, I feel like death is everywhere. Like it's a smell that you can't get away from.
Or even a disease that has no cure and is airborne.
I can see that Lydia feels sort of the same.
I head to my room and take a short nap, not realizing that when I awaken, shit will go down.
➰➰➰so sorry for the late update!
I have cello and now a curfew for my phone. And on top of that, homework. So just wait until hopefully tomorrow for
Dark lines of visions part 2
Coming to your electronic real soon!
Thx,
Syla➰➰➰
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