I lay in bed next to Max. It's been 2 weeks since Bre's death. Her funeral was today. The usual pain enters my chest but I can't cry. My body won't let me. I sigh and look over to Max. He's twitching again. He's been doing that since that day. Nightmares I guess. He's not alone. Everything feels so weird, so fake. People avoid me at school, I guess they're scared. I keep walking into school, into class, into the cafeteria, waiting to see the little girl with brown hair. My best friend. But she's never there, and never will be there. At least we're safe.
I sigh and roll over. Reaching into my backpack I pull out the note I found on my desk the day after the incident. I reread it, recognizing the handwriting as Addison's:
I WILL avenge my mother.
Well, safe for now.
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My Witch of an Aunt (Emily's Original)
Teen FictionA girl named Sally has trouble navigating through her teenage life as her home life falls apart. Her relationship with her mom bursting and burning to the crisp because of their quarreling opinions, she goes to her friends and people who support her...
