Waindale

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

Sydney Marie · Fantasía

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Chapter13

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/"Wren./"

I look to my mother as she's cozy on the patio furniture, her laptop sat in front of her, ready to make literary magic. I shrug my school bag higher on my shoulder.

/"Off to school?/" She asks after sipping her coffee. /"Did you get breakfast?/"

/"Yeah. Grandma made French toast./"

My mom sits up. /"Well, maybe I should go in a grab some before she cleans up. You don't want me to drive you, right?/"

I shake my head. /"Just that one time. I'm fully capable now. I-I should get going./"

/"Alright. Oh! Before you go—when are you working this week? I wanted to ask Tali's family over for dinner./"

/"Today, tomorrow, and Saturday afternoon./"

/"Got it. I'll give her a call later today./"

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