The inayofuata morning I had to rub the sleep that had formed from the tears last night. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only seven. Everyone else would be asleep. My phone buzzed on the cracked side meza, jedwali beside my kitanda and I reached over and checked the text. It was from an unknown number.
I have the witch at the old church outside the tomb. We’re doing this now.
I knew who it was from. She had Bonnie. I gulped and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. After twenty dakika I was ready. I crept out into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs when I stopped. I may never see Aunt Jenna au Jeremy again. I crept silently into Aunt Jenna’s room and hugged her softly sleeping body. Tears began at my eyes again and I kissed her cheek. I then went into Jeremy’s room. He was sprawled awkwardly on juu of the duvet and was snoring softly. I stroked his floppy hair and kissed his forehead. Tears rolled off of my face onto his grey kitanda covers. I would miss him if this went wrong. Part of me didn’t want to go. But the over-ruling part of me wanted to do what I knew was right for myself. I left the house sadly, running my hands along memories stored in photograph’s and drawings from my childhood. I drove to the church slowly, taking in the sky; the birds; the houses; the trees. I needed Damon right now, to tell me it would be alright, but he didn’t want to even see me. Soon I was walking from my car on the edge of the forest to the church. It was a long walk, but finally I made it and saw Katherine pacing. Bonnie was sitting with her eyes closed on a stone wall. She opened them when Katherine stopped pacing. She looked solemn. Katherine smiled and took my hand.
“Finally, you’re here! Ok, let’s do this,” she alisema urgently, but before we went any further, she whipped out her phone and sent a text message.
“Who are you-” I began, but she shook her head.
“No questions,” she replied, “Bonnie was kind enough to work with me last night and I taught her the spell Emily used. We’re ready.” I nodded flatly, as I was kind of in a trance that this was happening right now. I gulped and followed them into the old church ruins.
I have the witch at the old church outside the tomb. We’re doing this now.
I knew who it was from. She had Bonnie. I gulped and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. After twenty dakika I was ready. I crept out into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs when I stopped. I may never see Aunt Jenna au Jeremy again. I crept silently into Aunt Jenna’s room and hugged her softly sleeping body. Tears began at my eyes again and I kissed her cheek. I then went into Jeremy’s room. He was sprawled awkwardly on juu of the duvet and was snoring softly. I stroked his floppy hair and kissed his forehead. Tears rolled off of my face onto his grey kitanda covers. I would miss him if this went wrong. Part of me didn’t want to go. But the over-ruling part of me wanted to do what I knew was right for myself. I left the house sadly, running my hands along memories stored in photograph’s and drawings from my childhood. I drove to the church slowly, taking in the sky; the birds; the houses; the trees. I needed Damon right now, to tell me it would be alright, but he didn’t want to even see me. Soon I was walking from my car on the edge of the forest to the church. It was a long walk, but finally I made it and saw Katherine pacing. Bonnie was sitting with her eyes closed on a stone wall. She opened them when Katherine stopped pacing. She looked solemn. Katherine smiled and took my hand.
“Finally, you’re here! Ok, let’s do this,” she alisema urgently, but before we went any further, she whipped out her phone and sent a text message.
“Who are you-” I began, but she shook her head.
“No questions,” she replied, “Bonnie was kind enough to work with me last night and I taught her the spell Emily used. We’re ready.” I nodded flatly, as I was kind of in a trance that this was happening right now. I gulped and followed them into the old church ruins.
