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Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

















LUNA HAD GOTTEN A MESSAGE from her mum the next day to tell her to pick up a new disc from the video store that's almost sold out so she had gone to get it so she would have it for when she got back from her business trip

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LUNA HAD GOTTEN A MESSAGE from her mum the next day to tell her to pick up a new disc from the video store that's almost sold out so she had gone to get it so she would have it for when she got back from her business trip

Stiles offered to take her but she declined and instead took her bike, she didn't want him to have to go out with her at this time of night. Which is why she found herself at the video store at 10pm on a school night by herself

"Uh- excuse me?" Luna said looking up to the man who was changing a lightbulb. He stopped what he was doing to answer her

"Yes?"

"Do you know where the timeframe is?" The guy looked around for a moment scanning the shelves

"It's on the opposite side. Just by the basketballs section" Luna thanked the man before making her way over there

"Hello?" She heard a familiar voice. She turned the corner to see Jackson
"Is anybody working here?- little moon" Jackson greeted with a smile once he saw her

"Oh, hey Jackson"

"Hey, you don't know where the notebook is do you?" Luna smiled at the movie choice knowing there's no way Jackson willing wanted to watch that

"Lydia's outside in the car right?"

"Right" Jackson chuckled

"Yeah it's over here" Jackson followed the girl as they walked down but he grabbed her arm as he saw legs sticking out of the shelves

"What Jackson?" Luna questioned and she looked to where he was. They both cautiously walked forward to the person and once the got close enough to they saw a guy laying there with his throat teared up.

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