“Are you out of your freaking mind! No. No, no, no. No! I refuse to help you. This is a stupid idea.” Anna hurried to catch up to me as I ‘power walked’ back to the campsite.
“It’s not a stupid idea. She’s been locked up in a tomb for three hundred years. It’s the least I can do for her.”
“Which bumps it up to a HELL NO.”
“Fine then. I’ll get Katie to help. Or Sarah...I’m sure she’d love to do it.” Out of all the Wilkins sisters, Sarah is the most naive and oblivious one. Even though she’s a vampire/witch, she pretty much focuses on just being, well, seventeen. She’s kind of an air head.
“No, Kieyra, you don’t understand. Katherine killed my mom. Well, not really, but she was responsible for it.” I stopped.
“Explain.”
“My mom, Isobel, put the curse on Damien’s people, right? Well, after that, Damien was really mad. He tried to get my mom to undo the spell, but she refused and he killed her, and forced me, Katie, Sarah and my dad to watch. It was excruciating.”
“But Katherine was best friends-”
“Katherine knew my mom was dead. She knew Damien was gonna kill her. She didn’t care, Kieyra. She didn’t care.” I thought about it for a minute. Why would I want to free Katherine? Because freeing her will get you on her good side, I reminded myself.
“Pllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
“No.”
“Pretty pretty please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“No.”
“I’ll be your best friend!”
“No!”
“I’ll give you my allowance for a month.”
“Are you negotiating with me?”
“...Yes.”
“Keep talking.”
“And I’ll do your chores for a month.”
“Two months, and you’ll clean Charlie’s cage.” Charlie was our pet guinea pig who...well... went to the bathroom a lot.
“Ugh, fine.”
After we got back to the campsite, Tegan ran up to me. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since this morning!”
“In the tomb.” I kept walking to my tent.
“Why were you in the tomb?”
“I was talking to Katherine.”
“Why the hell were you talking to Katherine?”
“And this is your business because...”
“Because we’re best friends!” she shouted. I sighed.
“I needed answers.”
“I’m telling you, this idea is stupid!” Anna said, coming up to me.
“Anna, not now.”
“What idea?” Tegan asked.
“We’re gonna free Katherine.” Anna said.
“You’re gonna WHAT?”
“Let me explain.” Tegan turned back to me.
“...We’re gonna free Katherine.”
“What! Why???”
“Exactly my point.” Anna said, throwing her hands up in the air. I rolled my eyes.
“Look, I have my reasons.” I said.
“Fine, whatever, do what you gotta do.” Tegan said.
The next day, around 5 AM, me and Anna left the campsite to go to the tomb. “I still don’t get why we’re doing this.” Anna said. “Because, I’m being a good person and doing her a favor.” Anna rolled her eyes.
“Katherine...” I called, looking into the tomb. Anna was sitting on the stone floor saying nonsense words-or as she said, the spell that lifted the seal. Katherine staggered out from the shadows. “ ‘Ello Kieyra. Annabelle.” She said weakly, leaning against the dirt covered wall. I gave her a bottle of blood from Anna’s bag. “What’s she doing?” Katherine asked, after she was done drinking the blood. Anna got up and came over to me. “It’s done.” she said.
“The spell has been lifted. You’re free to leave.” I said, backing up from the doorway. Katherine walked out. “Thank you, Kieyra.” She turned to Anna, chuckled, and shook your head. She looked at both of us and smiled. “You girls have no idea what you just did.” She waved and disappeared. Anna groaned. “What did we do?”
“I think we just made a really big mistake.” Anna banged her head against the wall. Tegan came down the hallway. “Mrs. Stewart’s back.” she said. We all ran back to the site. Mrs. Stewart stood in front of a crowd with ripped clothes and knotted hair, holding her “Twilight” book. “You have no freaking idea what I’ve been through.” Mrs. Stewart said, brushing some dirt off of her grass stained pants. We heard sirens. Monica, and Hannah x2 ran towards Mrs. Stewart. “We found cell phone signal! Hannah W. dialed 911 and the police are coming!” Monica squealed. “Over here!” Everyone started screaming.
After the police found us, they called all of our parents and we all went home. Before that, though, we all got asked what happened to Sylvie French. The universal answer the police got was that she disappeared. Which, in a way, she did disappear. Down a hole. She was probably dead, and no one would know.
And it was all my fault.
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