Dangerous Dances: chapter 9Wednesday finally brought with it the confrontation with Janie. I found her in our first class, and caught up with her as we went out the door.Dangerous Dances: chapter 9
“Janie,” I called, catching her arm. “Hey,” I smiled.
“Sally.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry I got so upset the other day, Sally,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. “I know you’re just worried.”
“How about we just forget about it for now, then. Then we can move on,” she suggested.
And just like that, we were friends again. I had hoped it would be that ea
Dangerous Dances: chapter 8I didn’t see Janie on Monday at school, and the next exciting thing in my schedule was seeing Helena at work. I met her on the way to my desk, and we confirmed it: today was the day we would discover the identity of the ghost in the Archive.Dangerous Dances: chapter 8
I had left the book in the middle of the table upstairs, and we picked it up, a sense of expectation heavy in the air. Helena opened the clasp, and flicked the pages apart.
“Samuel?” I asked, feeling very strange talking to thin air. “Samuel, is this you? Is this your book? Please, Samuel Pickering, we want to help you.”
I waite
Dangerous Dances: chapter 7I was waiting in the cafeteria when Thomas turned up on Saturday evening. I was wearing one of my favourite pairs of blue jeans – the worn ones with the holes on the knees. I’d kept to casual clothes with my top, too, choosing just a normal T-shirt, and then a hooded jumper over the top. That was the good thing about meeting at someone’s house – you didn’t need to worry so much about fitting in, because there were fewer people to fit with, and because a house seemed far more relaxed and informal.Dangerous Dances: chapter 7
I slid into the passenger seat, noticing some of the boys inside looking appreciatively at the silver car. Un
Dangerous Dances: chapter 6When I got to work, I knew I had to do something to take my mind off the argument, so I slipped into the Archive and came back with the book. I pushed aside my previous misgivings about taking it downstairs, and sat at my desk to examine it.Dangerous Dances: chapter 6
It really was beautiful, I thought, and yet there was also a sense of ill will about it. It was bound in brown leather, slightly worn around the edges and by the spine. When you looked closer, there were a couple of darker patches, stains, along the bottom of the front cover. There was no name printed on the spine of the book, but that wasn’t really uncommon for older books. The most in
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'Illecebra' coming down
Cheerful
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I was born at a very young age
At least I know what you're talking about, now.
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Vampires, anyone? :[link]
xxx
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I was born at a very young age
If I can wrestle the computer away from other people later, I'll do it then.
Sorry!
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Vampires, anyone? :[link]
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I was born at a very young age
*goes to post 2nd chapter, cos she said she would do it yesterday*
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Vampires, anyone? :[link]
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I was born at a very young age
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I was born at a very young age
Can't remember if I noticed that when it happened or not - I know I saw it close to it. Tis good though!
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Vampires, anyone? :[link]
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"My eye sees everything. Nothing can escape it. What it doesn’t see doesn’t exist... What is a heart? If I rip open your chest, will I find it there? If I crack open your skull, will I find it there?"
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