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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 ─── THE EPIC HIGHS & LOWS OF HIGH SCHOOL LACROSSE!
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ORION SINCLAIR HAD LOVE FOR MANY THINGS. Though perhaps nothing came close to her adoration for baking. There had been something so magical to her as a little girl when she'd sit on the counter, her doe eyes glimmering with excitement as her mother decorated the cupcakes they'd spent the afternoon making with sprinkles. From the raw ingredients came something exquisite with enough frosting to send her into a sugar shock.
When her mother died, Orion supposed the exhilaration she'd once felt went with her. It was never the same without her. Yet, she still found something calming about how calculated baking could be. How meticulous it was to mix the batter. Which was the case as she smeared vanilla frosting on her second batch of chocolate cupcakes, bags protruding from under her eyes. Orion hadn't slept much that night──though most nights, she didn't sleep at all. She blamed it on her strange and peculiar dreams; dark violet nights and divine stars that were close enough for her to touch or dim narrow streets saturated by the rain. They were rarely normal and usually didn't make sense, but they weren't horrible──until last night.
It was like the ones she had right after her mother died. Dark, almost as if all the light in the world had been sucked in a black hole. Orion remembered walking along aimlessly when something lurched into motion, and she was falling. Though she couldn't see anything, she could feel the air around her thicking, and then it all just stopped. Suddenly Orion saw gruesome images of the dead woman they had found. Flashes of the bloodied corpse, scaring her awake as sweat dripped from her forehead.
Vincent had heard her screams and darted toward her bedroom as fast as he could, a million things racing through his head. Orion lied about the dreams, saying it was nothing, just a silly nightmare. Against his better judgment, Vincent believed her and her fable, wanting nothing more than his daughter's problems to be nothing. And Orion would do her best to keep pretending as if they were.
