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his mind, but then she said okay and went into the kitchen. She still didn’t seem better, but for some reason she was letting me go with Tate and something didn’t feel right about them being okay with it.
Maybe they were giving up on trying to keep me a prisoner. They probably felt like they were depriving me of my life by keeping me home and letting go was the best they could do. You’d think with all that was going on, they’d chain my ass to my desk chair. But no matter where I was, something was still after me.
The whole ride to the cemetery we listened to music I’d never heard of before. It was like a mixture of rock and techno and I liked it. I had changed into a black Florence and the Machine t-shirt and some jeans for our trip. I looked down at my converses, still a bit caked with mud from the lake when I saw Caroline. I wondered why she hadn’t shown up since the lake.
We were driving down Grover Street when someone popped into my mind. Max. This was his street and as we passed his brown bricked house, I saw his car parked in the driveway. But I knew he wasn’t there or with his aunt. I just hoped he wasn’t dead.
I turned back to look at the road and saw a girl, tall and willowy, standing in the middle of the road, her arms stretched out as if she were trying to reach for me. Her long dark hair was blowing around her like rabid snakes and was soaked with water to the bone. She tilted her head back and screamed so loud that it made my ear drums rumble. I responded with a scream of my own that sent Tate swerving his car across the road and stopping on the side of the road in front of someone’s driveway.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I was nearly melting into the passenger seat with embarrassment. I probably looked like a mental case screaming out of nowhere. But that girl, she was new, and I’d never seen her before.
Caroline was one thing but now I was seeing two different girls who were around my age but were both dead. I decided against telling him about Caroline and this new girl, I didn’t want to freak him out too soon.
“I’m fine. It’s just I thought I saw something in the middle of the road. You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I tried laughing it off but inside I was still freaking the hell out. Why was I seeing these girls? Who were they to me?
“No, I don’t. This is a pretty ghost active town, Blair. I think it’s actually pretty cool. But are you sure you are okay?” he looked at me as if he were trying to pry into my mind, a phantom of a smile on his face.
“Thanks for being kind about it. And I’m fine,” I explained, fixing my seat belt so I didn’t look so tense. I turned back to him and smiled.
“You promise?” the words set off something in me and all of a sudden I wasn’t staring at Tate anymore. I was staring at Dylan.
The boat was uneasy and my stomach wasn’t agreeing with it. I should have just asked Dylan to take me home. I didn’t feel like having a picnic on a boat at night and he had scared me with all the talk about dying with him. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine as I watched him untie the rope from a wooden spike and toss it into the boat.
In the middle of the boat was a wicker basket full of stuff he packed and I could smell the chili pepper sandwiches his mom loved to make. He sat down and stared me, fixing me with a loving gaze.
I didn’t feel right being there with him but I didn’t want to challenge him at the moment. He rowed the boat away from the shore and didn’t say a word to me for a good ten minutes. He stopped us in the center of the lake, and I could feel the cold water from beneath my feet.
“You’re never going to agree with what I asked you before, are you?” his voice made me jump, the soothing, silky voice that I loved now sounded dark and unnatural.
“I don’t want to talk about this right now-”
“We are going to talk
Maybe they were giving up on trying to keep me a prisoner. They probably felt like they were depriving me of my life by keeping me home and letting go was the best they could do. You’d think with all that was going on, they’d chain my ass to my desk chair. But no matter where I was, something was still after me.
The whole ride to the cemetery we listened to music I’d never heard of before. It was like a mixture of rock and techno and I liked it. I had changed into a black Florence and the Machine t-shirt and some jeans for our trip. I looked down at my converses, still a bit caked with mud from the lake when I saw Caroline. I wondered why she hadn’t shown up since the lake.
We were driving down Grover Street when someone popped into my mind. Max. This was his street and as we passed his brown bricked house, I saw his car parked in the driveway. But I knew he wasn’t there or with his aunt. I just hoped he wasn’t dead.
I turned back to look at the road and saw a girl, tall and willowy, standing in the middle of the road, her arms stretched out as if she were trying to reach for me. Her long dark hair was blowing around her like rabid snakes and was soaked with water to the bone. She tilted her head back and screamed so loud that it made my ear drums rumble. I responded with a scream of my own that sent Tate swerving his car across the road and stopping on the side of the road in front of someone’s driveway.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I was nearly melting into the passenger seat with embarrassment. I probably looked like a mental case screaming out of nowhere. But that girl, she was new, and I’d never seen her before.
Caroline was one thing but now I was seeing two different girls who were around my age but were both dead. I decided against telling him about Caroline and this new girl, I didn’t want to freak him out too soon.
“I’m fine. It’s just I thought I saw something in the middle of the road. You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I tried laughing it off but inside I was still freaking the hell out. Why was I seeing these girls? Who were they to me?
“No, I don’t. This is a pretty ghost active town, Blair. I think it’s actually pretty cool. But are you sure you are okay?” he looked at me as if he were trying to pry into my mind, a phantom of a smile on his face.
“Thanks for being kind about it. And I’m fine,” I explained, fixing my seat belt so I didn’t look so tense. I turned back to him and smiled.
“You promise?” the words set off something in me and all of a sudden I wasn’t staring at Tate anymore. I was staring at Dylan.
The boat was uneasy and my stomach wasn’t agreeing with it. I should have just asked Dylan to take me home. I didn’t feel like having a picnic on a boat at night and he had scared me with all the talk about dying with him. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine as I watched him untie the rope from a wooden spike and toss it into the boat.
In the middle of the boat was a wicker basket full of stuff he packed and I could smell the chili pepper sandwiches his mom loved to make. He sat down and stared me, fixing me with a loving gaze.
I didn’t feel right being there with him but I didn’t want to challenge him at the moment. He rowed the boat away from the shore and didn’t say a word to me for a good ten minutes. He stopped us in the center of the lake, and I could feel the cold water from beneath my feet.
“You’re never going to agree with what I asked you before, are you?” his voice made me jump, the soothing, silky voice that I loved now sounded dark and unnatural.
“I don’t want to talk about this right now-”
“We are going to talk
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