The Curse of The Bloodwood

breath. My squeals were

.' The soothing voice pulled m

obbing face hovering above me, h

pered in a tr

, I'm here.' She

h, my heart still rac

ou were dead

ed. 'Don't worry, I'm fi

comforting me as I d

t d

breakfast. Mom had left early, forgetting to gi

yself, not expecting

lized it was already 8am. I

to be startled by the sheer number of

me for this. I w

y mind preoccupied with

tuck in the middle of a History le

catching Louis' captivating gaze. His beauti

eyes. How can you not

that very moment, I could lit

face. But Louis' expression changed in a

I do th

y, feeling a fla

trying too hard? I'm the ruby, I should be g

thought about him. But everything jus

that made me such a

an end, I turned around, only to fin

d my bag, and head

fixed beside the ancient oak tree, which s

rious stares of everyone who walked past me. They probably wonder

my heart – Louis. And I couldn't help but chuckle as I watche

am I? He stopped, and

me, and I knew I had t

, but I ignored him, swiftly w

d, his footsteps

nd sharply, and snappe

ut he quickly recovered. 'Wow, you hav

yebrow. 'Are

smile on his face. 'I think after s

yes in amusement. 'Why

sion turning serious. 'I

ion. 'You know, you don't have to worry about me,' I said,

nced. 'No. You don't have to pretend

t as Louis' words struck a ner

mean, ever since your dad left. But I don't know why you've been ign

nsure of how to p

'I cannot leave you like this. I'm your friend, right? Why are you

g a weight lift

lp you,' H

reams for the past few weeks, and I don't know why these nightmar

on turned serio

me, it was me, then my dad, now it's my mom. I had this weird dream about the old lakehouse two nights

rs. 'Emily, I need you to listen to me very carefully. No matter

eeling a spark of relu

is eyes filled with deep

's a rumor about the town's dark history

less, concerned look

ere vampires and werewolves

lighten the mood. 'What? They're jus

y, feeling like he was

I accused, my voice tr

h I find hard to believe, it's too dangerous. And it doesn't have anything to d

ouis', 'I don't care what you think, Louis. I have

h annoyance and disbelief. 'You're s

l was

he night, having completely forgotte

to the park, where I had spent ho

nd. The vision was so clear, factual. It felt so cr

that Mom had died in that dream

e absence of her usual notes before le

my heart racing

front door, I calle

hat followed

my eyes fixed on the human-

isturbing, and I wh

e was no