Keep Your Friends Close by Elsie Vandevere

Keep Your Friends Close by Elsie Vandevere

Author:Elsie Vandevere [Vandevere , Elsie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Billingsley Books
Published: 2020-12-25T06:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eleven

The Hunting

The weekend dawned rainy. Maggie woke up late. Her mom was still gone, so there were no noises to rouse her; there was always research that Cassidy needed to do on weekends that couldn’t be done during the work week which was devoured by her cover job- the job she took to get her closer to the people she was investigating.

Maggie supposed she should have saved her own research for the weekend too, since now she had: the deep secret of her math teacher who she owed an assignment, a secret note floating around, a missed history, and a detention Monday. Not her greatest start. She was usually a pretty good student, but she had been so absorbed in the social life and building mystery of this new school that she had fallen out of sync with the actual purpose of the building.

Things had been a little too exciting for her the night before. It was honestly more stressful than the tornado day. Had she seen a ghost? Was that possible? Was there another explanation?

Was the car last night Mark, or was it just her mind in hyperdrive, her nerves on edge? Nothing had come of it, after all.

She pushed it aside and sat down with some cereal to catch up with homework. Today, she told herself, was chemistry and math day. There would be no looking for the note in this weather. Perhaps that was for the best.

She turned on the TV because the house was so quiet, leaving the volume low so she could hear the pitter-patter of rain on the windows and roof, the hush of its thin, persistent stream falling onto the bushes.

She was focused, working quickly through math, even doing Monday’s assignment, until she ran into a problem using the variable M. She literally had to find M.

Tapping her pencil on the graph paper to her side, she went back over the possibilities she knew of: Mazy, Mark, Ashley Monroe. Goth girl had been eliminated. She did wish she had gotten the girl’s number so she could find out if anything spooky happened the night before at the séance. Maggie had never seen anything happen with that sort of stuff, but she had also never seen a cheerleader no one else could see.

Refocusing, she turned her attention to chemistry which went a lot slower and was much more painful, her mind straining when her answers didn’t work, frustration raking her body. When she finally found the answer she could have cried: magnesium. Mg. Of course. She threw the book, listening to the bump it made on the hardwood.

She glared at it. Only then did she realize it had stopped raining. The sky was still muggy, the air looked cool and thick with moisture, but it had stopped raining.

Up for a hunt?- Tommy.

Absolutely.

She hurriedly got ready, stealing a pair of her mom’s shoes to go with a cute sweater and some comfortable pants.

The truck outside made its own specific noise. It sort of snored. It wasn’t the vroom of a normal truck; it made chug-a chug-a chig-a.



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