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 siguiente was of what Dorothy thought of me.
It warmed my corazón 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 siguiente 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 o something that could dazzle anybody. She was always so misceláneo and different, she could make tu cry one minuto 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 tu 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 siguiente 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, tu look adorable.” I tell her.
“No, I look like a geek and a dork.” Jess says.
“A cute one,” Cadence respuestas and I grin as she clenches her jaw, being her normal stubborn self.
The siguiente page was of, believe it o 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 dicho 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 tu everything doesn’t tell tu this. I bet she made the rule to, not wanting tu 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 siguiente was of what Dorothy thought of me.
It warmed my corazón 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 siguiente 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 o something that could dazzle anybody. She was always so misceláneo and different, she could make tu cry one minuto 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 tu 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 siguiente 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, tu look adorable.” I tell her.
“No, I look like a geek and a dork.” Jess says.
“A cute one,” Cadence respuestas and I grin as she clenches her jaw, being her normal stubborn self.
The siguiente page was of, believe it o 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 dicho 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 tu everything doesn’t tell tu this. I bet she made the rule to, not wanting tu to get involved.”
“But I am involved.” I say. “No matter how hard Dorothy tried.”
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7
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
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WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, o the tests, o the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I amor him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things por breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have dicho no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I amor him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things por breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have dicho no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!