Chapter 22
Dead end or a breakthrough?
“What?” Cadence asked for the umpteenth time, and I gave him an exasperated look.
“Again? Seriously Cadence, your supposed to be the one actually paying attention?” I say, frustrated.
Cadence flashed me a wicked smile. “Age is a number cupcake, I’m not that boring.”
I surpressed my smile as I told him and Jess everything that happened again.
“So,” Jess said after I was finished (again). “You think that she was the one that killed your sister, and tried to kill you?”
I nod, I look to Cadence who has a thoughtful expression. “Strange, it’s like she’s a ghost, how you described her, there but not there. Someone you wouldn’t give a segundo glance or thought to.”
I nodded again. “Dorothy always had a lot of friends, I didn’t know most of them, sometimes, neither did she.”
“That was just Dorothy,” Jess told Cadence. “Everyone knew her, she was the girl that everybody wanted to be her friend, and some pretended that they were, hanging out with her when she had no idea of who they were.”
“Creepy,” Cadence replied.
I nodded. “I can not tell you how many people I barely knew showed up to my birthday parties with these awesome gifts after they found out Dorothy and I were best friends.”
Jess grinned. “Me too, Dorothy and I, she was sweet and rragrded me as a close friend, and when word got out that she went to my B.day’s all of a sudden the whole school shows up.”
Cadnece whistled, looking to me. “Must’ve been something.”
I nodded. “She was.”
“Do you know where her whereabouts were before she died?”
I looked at him confusedly and he elaborated. “Did she say something about where she was going?”
I shook my head. “She just told me she’d be right back, it was dark out, and she was wearing ridiculous clothes for outside on a cool night. It was early in the morning when I noticed she hadn’t returned. And just when I went to knock on her door, somebody knocked on the front door.”
“The police?” Jess asked, even though she knew.
I nodded.
Jess cocked her head. “Strange…”
“What?” Both Cadence and I asked at the same time.
“How when your just about to knock on Dorothy’s door, that the police start knocking.”
I think about it. “Your right.”
“And Dorothy’s funeral?” Jess asked. “didn’t the whole school come to pay their repescts.”
I nodded and Cadence furrowed his eyebrows. “But she;s out of high school.”
Jess gives him a look. “She was a legend, everybody knew her, without actually meeting her. Like I said, that was just Dorothy, she never had to try.”
“Never ever,” I say softly.
Cadence shakes his head. “Now that is one of the strangest. How can a girl, be so known, so popular, so loved, just have everything handed to her? I’m not being rude or anything, but your family wasn’t that rich, they barely lifted a finger to help you at the hosptial, nor did they chase after you after you left the police station.”
I nod as he continues. “I don’t know, don’t you just find that a little strange? What made her so…perfect? Because I don’t think just being the queen B will grant you all the things she’s been given, it’s like something else.”
Jess and I nod, catching on. “You think she did something? Anything?”
“I can bet.” Cadence says. “Like you said Jess, she was a legend. But what made her a legend?”
“She did a lot of crazy stuff throughout her whole life, especially in school.” I offer.
“What if what she did was kept secret, or only a few people knew.” Jess says.
“Then how did everyone else find out?” I ask.
Jess shrugs. “Nobody can resist such good gossip, someone leaked the news and it spread like wildfire.”
“Then how do we not know?” I asked.
This time Cadence answered. “Dorothy usually finds a way for anything, in your visions, how she roughhoused Serache, maybe she did the whole school.”
“She couldn’t have been that powerful!”
Jess looks at me, patting my arm. “She always was, sweetie.”
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Dead end or a breakthrough?
“What?” Cadence asked for the umpteenth time, and I gave him an exasperated look.
“Again? Seriously Cadence, your supposed to be the one actually paying attention?” I say, frustrated.
Cadence flashed me a wicked smile. “Age is a number cupcake, I’m not that boring.”
I surpressed my smile as I told him and Jess everything that happened again.
“So,” Jess said after I was finished (again). “You think that she was the one that killed your sister, and tried to kill you?”
I nod, I look to Cadence who has a thoughtful expression. “Strange, it’s like she’s a ghost, how you described her, there but not there. Someone you wouldn’t give a segundo glance or thought to.”
I nodded again. “Dorothy always had a lot of friends, I didn’t know most of them, sometimes, neither did she.”
“That was just Dorothy,” Jess told Cadence. “Everyone knew her, she was the girl that everybody wanted to be her friend, and some pretended that they were, hanging out with her when she had no idea of who they were.”
“Creepy,” Cadence replied.
I nodded. “I can not tell you how many people I barely knew showed up to my birthday parties with these awesome gifts after they found out Dorothy and I were best friends.”
Jess grinned. “Me too, Dorothy and I, she was sweet and rragrded me as a close friend, and when word got out that she went to my B.day’s all of a sudden the whole school shows up.”
Cadnece whistled, looking to me. “Must’ve been something.”
I nodded. “She was.”
“Do you know where her whereabouts were before she died?”
I looked at him confusedly and he elaborated. “Did she say something about where she was going?”
I shook my head. “She just told me she’d be right back, it was dark out, and she was wearing ridiculous clothes for outside on a cool night. It was early in the morning when I noticed she hadn’t returned. And just when I went to knock on her door, somebody knocked on the front door.”
“The police?” Jess asked, even though she knew.
I nodded.
Jess cocked her head. “Strange…”
“What?” Both Cadence and I asked at the same time.
“How when your just about to knock on Dorothy’s door, that the police start knocking.”
I think about it. “Your right.”
“And Dorothy’s funeral?” Jess asked. “didn’t the whole school come to pay their repescts.”
I nodded and Cadence furrowed his eyebrows. “But she;s out of high school.”
Jess gives him a look. “She was a legend, everybody knew her, without actually meeting her. Like I said, that was just Dorothy, she never had to try.”
“Never ever,” I say softly.
Cadence shakes his head. “Now that is one of the strangest. How can a girl, be so known, so popular, so loved, just have everything handed to her? I’m not being rude or anything, but your family wasn’t that rich, they barely lifted a finger to help you at the hosptial, nor did they chase after you after you left the police station.”
I nod as he continues. “I don’t know, don’t you just find that a little strange? What made her so…perfect? Because I don’t think just being the queen B will grant you all the things she’s been given, it’s like something else.”
Jess and I nod, catching on. “You think she did something? Anything?”
“I can bet.” Cadence says. “Like you said Jess, she was a legend. But what made her a legend?”
“She did a lot of crazy stuff throughout her whole life, especially in school.” I offer.
“What if what she did was kept secret, or only a few people knew.” Jess says.
“Then how did everyone else find out?” I ask.
Jess shrugs. “Nobody can resist such good gossip, someone leaked the news and it spread like wildfire.”
“Then how do we not know?” I asked.
This time Cadence answered. “Dorothy usually finds a way for anything, in your visions, how she roughhoused Serache, maybe she did the whole school.”
“She couldn’t have been that powerful!”
Jess looks at me, patting my arm. “She always was, sweetie.”
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We are going separate ways.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know you don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know you don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't balanço me por my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't balanço me por my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for mais it happens like the hora glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test por our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test por our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in amor with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in amor with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover