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D-I-E Chp. 2D-I-E
I didn't say a word to her as she left the little shack. I didn't get a text when she was home. I only imagined how freaked out she was. I naturally blew off the situation and awaited the arrival of Monday, so we could laugh about it.
Monday came as quick as the weekend, and people swarmed into school. Marcie wasn't in homeroom though. I saw her come in late for 3rd period. As strange as it was, Marcie still looked as dazed as the day she left to go home. If anything, she looked worse. I watched her carefully as she made her way into each class. A look of paranoia and fear swelled in her eyes. I caught her during free, being quiet and reserved and staring off into space.
"Huh?" She snapped back into reality and glanced wearily around the café
"You alright, you look...sick?" I questioned, waiting for her to snap at me.
Instead, she nodded and mumbled "fine" under her breath. A cold silence followed.
We didn't look at each othe
D-I-E Chp. 1D-I-E
Marcie spilled the contents of the old knapsack onto the floor. An array of objects came out, from crinkled papers from last semester to loose pocket change. The largest item there had to be a wooden box. It was obviously worn down with age, embellished with various intricate patterns. In the middle stood an ivory moon, carved with a face and a devilish smile. A small glass gem stood in place for its eye, which glistened slightly in the flashlights glow.
"Well, you wanted so badly to know what was in the bag, and there it is. Now, aren't you going to open the box?" Marcie snapped, hinting some annoyance in her voice. I sat there dazed, gawking at the box. I lifted the small gold latch on the box. Immediately, the air was filled with the smell of antiquity. In a small cloud of dust, the words on the small wooden board came to rise through, like an omen. Marked in gold foil, the word "OUIJI" stood out.
"Marcie?" My voice became hoarse and dry
"What now?" Not bothering to
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