MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | BLONDIE

Mary had gotten the old journal out of the shed. She ached all over but her heart’s joy made up for all the pain.

She smiled at George. She was truly thankful to him.

“So this is the book you saw in your glitch…the one that Michael guy and the other girls spoke of right?” George asked.

“Yes. This is it.” Mary said. She held the book to her chest like a precious treasure.
George stared at the book.

It was huge enough to be called a dictionary. The red on its leather cover seemed faded but the moment Mary blew off the dust and cleaned it with her palms, it shone blood-red. Two brown twined threads, too thick to be called threads, hung from a point between two pages of the old book.

Mary saw the curiosity in George’s eyes and smiled. She found his inquisitiveness quite cute.

“Would you like to take a look?” she asked George.

“No. I couldn’t I mean it’s yours…you should be the one to open it first and you should do so whenever you feel you’re ready. Take your time…Days, months…it’s all up to you.” George said, but he was dying to know the contents of the book.

Mary laughed.

“Well I’d like to take a peek now and I want to do it with you.” She said.

“Okay!” Excited George did his best not to do the bunny hop.

While Mary tried to open a random page on the book, a picture fell out.

Its edges seemed bitten off by time and probably rodents, but the image remained clear.

Mary picked it up and observed it closely, so did George.

It was a photograph of four teenagers in front of a familiar house. It was the wooden mansion!

George gasped.

Mary placed her left hand over her mouth.
The four teenagers were very attractive and they all smiled, like they had it all.

They probably did.

One of the teenagers was a brunette. She wore a brown jacket with fur collar over a short pink gown. Her brown hair was made into a ponytail. The blue in her eyes shone into the camera. Her smile was incredible. The perfect set of teeth accompanied her oval-shaped face.

“She’s cute.” George said.

“Yeah.” Mary answered with an involuntary pout.

The second teenager was a pretty boy. He was about George’s age. He wore blue denim sleeves over his bare chest and blue jean pants. A dog tag hung from his neck. His hair was coal black and curly. The perfect strands of curl stood an inch away from his shoulders. His full eyebrows, sat on beautiful brown eyes secured by dark eyelashes. His nose rode on a very obvious indentation that slid down to the top of perfect and almost pink lips. He was breath taking.

“The guy reminds me of Todd. He’s Michael right?” George asked though he knew.

“Yeah.” Mary answered; a wide smile was painted by nature on her face.

“He looks like a girl.”

“He’s pretty.”

“Whatever.” George pouted.

The third teenager looked very familiar. Her white skin so smooth shone radiantly on her thighs. She wore a simple teal coloured sweater over black jean shorts which kissed her thighs. Her legs were long and admirable. The green of her eyes were majestic compared to her sweater’s teal. Amazing hair strands, lush and dark as the shorts she wore, were wrapped into a neat bun. Her smile was lovely. She was not just pretty. She was not just beautiful. She was unique.