The Quarter Moon (Afterlife saga)

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the Supernatural world knew this!
    I actually felt myself shaking and then smile for the fi rst time in weeks. Could this person be on to something or was I walking into a trap!? I don’t think I cared if that could be a possibility as nothing in the world could have stopped me from being at the warehouse and following those instruction to the letter.
    I felt my blood begin to thaw after all this time and I felt like jumping up and down and screaming , just to release the other self of me that I had locked away ever since that heart breaking day I said goodbye to Dominic Draven.
    “Not really, just college stuff .” I said realising I hadn’t answered my sister and I think if she hadn’t been so tired then she would have noticed the first big grin I’d had on my face for a long while.  
    “So , summer break is coming up, have you thought of any plans yet?” She asked over her mug and I picked up my own, took a long drink and answered her question.
    “I think I might do some trave lling.” I said, then got up eager to get upstairs and start planning. I got to the door and turned back to Libby’s question,
    “Sorry, what did you say?”
    “I asked where to…you know…travelling?” She repeated and my smile widened as I said with utter certainty…
     
    “Europe.”  

Chapter 6
    It’s all in the Planning
     
     
    That very day I started getting things ready but soon realised I would have to go shopping to get most of the stuff I was instructed to bring. It didn’t take a genius to guess that the letter had been written to me by Pythia the Oracle. That was the only explanation for it , but this just led to more questions, like for starters…wasn’t she supposed to be missing?
    This was just the tip of the question iceberg that was boggling my mind and I found , on my drive to the shopping mall, more than once my hands would grip the steering wheel in frustration. However, by the time I pulled into the car park, I knew one thing for certain, there was only one person who could answer all my questions and that person was one I vowed to find… Pythia.  
    The M all was quiet but it was a weekday and I was thankful for it. First stop was the easiest item to get as I knew just where I would find one. So I walked straight up to the counter at the expensive men’s store that specialised in suits and business wear. I remembered seeing one of the faceless fancy metal mannequins dressed in a pin striped suit and holding an umbrella on top of a suitcase. I only remembered it because I was laughing with Libby, as someone had gone to the trouble of making it out like he was hailing a taxi or Cab, as they say here. We laughed at the idea of anyone doing that in a place like Evergreen.
    However , it all became clear when I walked up to a snotty nosed assistant who looked at me as though I came in shaking an empty can for spare change at her.
    “Hi, there’s an umbrella in the window I would like to buy .” I said as nicely as possible, given the look she gave me. She looked thoughtfully at her manicured nail before finally taking me on.
    “ It’s one hundred and fifty dollars, so may I suggest Wal-Mart where you can get one for about ten bucks, that would suit you much better I think.” She wrinkled her nose up at me which, added to her behaviour, reminded me of a little pug dog. At that point I took a moment to ask myself if it was worth biting back, but then when she flicked her hand motioning me to leave, I decided ‘oh Hell yeah’, it was worth it.
    “It’s a shame you don’t have one more expensive , but I am sure my boyfriend will understand… I will take it.” I said with a fake smile. At this she dropped her relaxed pose and stood up a bit straighter, only to cock her hip out to one side.
    “Oh yeah, and who’s your boyfriend then?” She said one hand on that bony assed hip of hers.
    “Ah Miss Johnson, what a lovely surprise, how are you my dear?” The owner of the store came from the back

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