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Odette Alarie live in Europe all her life until one summer when her cousin and uncle came to visit. When they left to go home, she came along with them. She knew the history of the town, but she wasn't prepared for how bad it actually...
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Chapter Nine ⊚ The Girl Who Know Too Much ⊚
Tires burning up the pavement, Scott races his motocross bike to a stop in the school's parking lot. He yanks his helmet off just as Stiles's Jeep soars in beside him. "Where is she?" Stiles asked and before Scott could say something someone called out to them, "Over here!" Odette called out and they spot Odette and Allison coming out of the shadows with Lydia.
"It's the same thing- same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here." Lydia said and Stiles looked at Odette who nodded, "I dreamt it, two minutes later Lydia calls. And you said to call you if there's a dead body." Odette said and Stiles's eyes widened
"You found a dead body?" He asked and Lydia shook her head, "Not yet..." She said making him squint at her. ""Not yet?" What do you mean, "not yet?" Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." He said making her scoff.
"Oh, no. I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." Lydia said as Odette subconsciously started glancing around before her eyes widened. "How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body!" Stiles said as Odette tapped Scott's should making him look at her and she pointed off at the distance.
"Guys...?" Scott said, catching their attention, "Found the dead body." Odette said and they followed her line of sight to the Beacon Hills High School sign atop which Deputy Graeme lies. Garrote around her neck. Blood streaming down the stone and brick.
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Ms. Blake walks the aisle between desks as she lectures. "Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools for the writer to tell their story." She explained, not paying attention to all the bored expressions on her students faces.
She pauses in between Lydia's and Odette's desk, noticing Lydia's drawing a picture of a leafless tree in her notebook. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." Ms. Blake complemented making Lydia hum.
"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia said making Odette snort and hold back a laugh and Ms. Blake look taken back. "And that was an idiom by the way." She said and unimpressed, Lydia goes back to drawing.
"Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or culture." She said walking back up to the front, glancing directly at Odette as she said that making Odette frown. "They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like "seeing the whole board."
"Like chess." Stiles muttered making Ms. Blake look at hin with a smile, "That's right, Stiles. Do you play?" She asked and he shook his head, "Uh, no. My father does."
