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 · Fantasi

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91 Chs

Chapter66

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/"Imogen!/" Vivianne calls and dashes off. I glance up from my pitiful shoes to see Imogen in an elegant silver gown. The last thing I expected was for her to dress up. I was sure she would wear her pajamas or a potato sack to undermine the concept of school dances. Or maybe she would dress in all black and pull out a plan on how we could swipe a prized possession from the dean's office. But a gown and brushed hair—this I never expected.

/"What in the world,/" I say as I make my way over. /"Where did this come from?/"

Imogen shrugs. /"Sometimes you have to let your inner teenage girl free from her cage./"

Vivianne forces Imogen and I in front of the camera. After our winter-formal photoshoot, we enter the cafeteria-turned ballroom. Vivianne breaks off to greet some friends, so the two of us wander to the snack tables.

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