Chapter 24
Trapped in a deadly game
It was bizarre, it had about everyone I knew and learned from the visions, but I couldn’t rush in, we had to go one at a time. Although it was form Dorothy’s point of view.
The first page was brief, it basically explained it was Dorothy’s sort of diary, and she’d put some key notes and thoughts in it two. When we flipped to the other page it was of me, it took two whole pages. One page a picture of me smiling brightly at the camera, obviously young, and the Далее was of what Dorothy thought of me.
It warmed my сердце all over, she loved me like I loved her, a lot. It brought tears to my eyes to know that I wasn’t someone she’d just pretend to care about, which sadly has happened to me before.
The Далее two pages was of mom and dad, not granted with a picture like me. It was the same thing that I had been thinking of them, and I’m starting to think of it because of Dorothy’s influence.
“Dorothy was always cool,” I told the guys. “She always had this…I don’t know, calming aura или something that could dazzle anybody. She was always so Болталка and different, she could make Ты cry one минута then laugh the other. That was just her.”
Jess nodded, her eyes distant. Cadence cocked his head to the side as he turned to the other page. “Doesn’t surprise Ты that she’s kept a journal?”
I shake my head. “Nope, she always had a lot of journals in her room, this is the only one I’ve just recently learned she hid then kept in her room.”
The Далее page was of Jessica, and she had a picture. It was a really old one, because she had her braces in that picture, but her eyes shone with that rebellious delight they do now. Jess made a noise of distaste, and shook her head.
“Oh, come on Jess, Ты look adorable.” I tell her.
“No, I look like a geek and a dork.” Jess says.
“A cute one,” Cadence Ответы and I grin as she clenches her jaw, being her normal stubborn self.
The Далее page was of, believe it или not. Serache. There was a picture of her smiling lovely at the camera, but her eyes seemed a bit sad.
“Cousin of besty Meredith Donners, seems like a sweetie I’m not fooled. Can tell she hates us and what we do, but been talking with Meth, and were going to…” I faltered. “Get her.”
“Keep on reading,” Jess urged.
“Spotted talking with Destiny, (sister), but gotten it taken care of, but still she will pay for crossing that line and interfering…” I paused again. “Interfering with what?”
“Easy,” Jess сказал(-а) quickly. “Territory wise, our Dorothy’s sister and Serache’s trying to hang with you. Dorothy doesn’t want her interfering with her family, it must be against game rules.”
Cadence nods. “Could explain why the girl who practically tells Ты everything doesn’t tell Ты this. I bet she made the rule to, not wanting Ты to get involved.”
“But I am involved.” I say. “No matter how hard Dorothy tried.”
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Trapped in a deadly game
It was bizarre, it had about everyone I knew and learned from the visions, but I couldn’t rush in, we had to go one at a time. Although it was form Dorothy’s point of view.
The first page was brief, it basically explained it was Dorothy’s sort of diary, and she’d put some key notes and thoughts in it two. When we flipped to the other page it was of me, it took two whole pages. One page a picture of me smiling brightly at the camera, obviously young, and the Далее was of what Dorothy thought of me.
It warmed my сердце all over, she loved me like I loved her, a lot. It brought tears to my eyes to know that I wasn’t someone she’d just pretend to care about, which sadly has happened to me before.
The Далее two pages was of mom and dad, not granted with a picture like me. It was the same thing that I had been thinking of them, and I’m starting to think of it because of Dorothy’s influence.
“Dorothy was always cool,” I told the guys. “She always had this…I don’t know, calming aura или something that could dazzle anybody. She was always so Болталка and different, she could make Ты cry one минута then laugh the other. That was just her.”
Jess nodded, her eyes distant. Cadence cocked his head to the side as he turned to the other page. “Doesn’t surprise Ты that she’s kept a journal?”
I shake my head. “Nope, she always had a lot of journals in her room, this is the only one I’ve just recently learned she hid then kept in her room.”
The Далее page was of Jessica, and she had a picture. It was a really old one, because she had her braces in that picture, but her eyes shone with that rebellious delight they do now. Jess made a noise of distaste, and shook her head.
“Oh, come on Jess, Ты look adorable.” I tell her.
“No, I look like a geek and a dork.” Jess says.
“A cute one,” Cadence Ответы and I grin as she clenches her jaw, being her normal stubborn self.
The Далее page was of, believe it или not. Serache. There was a picture of her smiling lovely at the camera, but her eyes seemed a bit sad.
“Cousin of besty Meredith Donners, seems like a sweetie I’m not fooled. Can tell she hates us and what we do, but been talking with Meth, and were going to…” I faltered. “Get her.”
“Keep on reading,” Jess urged.
“Spotted talking with Destiny, (sister), but gotten it taken care of, but still she will pay for crossing that line and interfering…” I paused again. “Interfering with what?”
“Easy,” Jess сказал(-а) quickly. “Territory wise, our Dorothy’s sister and Serache’s trying to hang with you. Dorothy doesn’t want her interfering with her family, it must be against game rules.”
Cadence nods. “Could explain why the girl who practically tells Ты everything doesn’t tell Ты this. I bet she made the rule to, not wanting Ты to get involved.”
“But I am involved.” I say. “No matter how hard Dorothy tried.”
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People are always telling me to be a certian thing. или a person. But it's always something. "Grace, be poised." или maybe, "Grace, be lady-like." или every once in a while, "Grace, do it like Ты mean it." I never get the chance to actually DO anything about it. I mean, I was born for a reason,wasn't I? I'm not just some Болталка person sitting on the face of the earth. My life must have SOME purpose. I feel like people don't really recognize me as a person. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a dog, или a cat, I'm a person, but people neglect me. Act like I'm invisible. As though I'm a fly, buzzing around you, annoying you, but people don't do anything but swat, fuss, and kill me. And that somewhat describes what I feel. I feel dead inside.
