𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆

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"𝒾'𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈"

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"𝒾'𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈"

𝘛𝘞: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘛𝘞: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦

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"Lyds," Ophelia whispers, gently shaking the girl's arm as she tries to rouse her from her nap. Lydia's eyes snap open and her head quickly lifts off the hybrid's shoulder. "Sorry, we're here."

The Martin's eyebrows furrow briefly out of confusion as she looks around, but a sigh leaves her lips once she spots the motel outside. The sign's neon lights glow intensely like a spotlight in the dark, gloomy Wednesday evening. "Right, thanks," Lydia tells her with a small smile.

Following the rest of the students off the small bus whilst Coach yells out various things, Ophelia's eyes narrow as she thoroughly observes the building they'll be staying in across the parking lot. An uneasy feeling settles within her stomach. She doesn't like it. She can't point it out specifically, but even just looking at the place makes her feel like something is off with it. Although to be fair the entire bus ride she had felt a gut instinct that something was off. It had started with her claiming that there was a strange smell in the air, however, Stiles had repeatedly reassured her that it was the fact she was on a bus with at least twenty other teenage boys.

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