I Don 't Trust Them

<br>Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.

"First of all your on speakerphone, second of all its you and Jeremiah. The cute couple who were prom queen and prom king."

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

The servants completed their task after assurances the leftovers would be ready to fetch whenever Lionel wanted, and they backed out of the room. Closing the door. Again.

“Score!” Mason said. “Dude that’s what our quest was all about. They look just like the creature we saw in your room except they have large wings tucked tightly into their

I shot a desperate look back at the table. Marren looked down, and his sister looked away. No one looked back at me. The focus of the room was on one’s own hands, or on the floor.

My apologies, when I spoke you last week I was under the impression that when you went over there you cleaned up what was left over. I misunderstood, I thought when you mentioned brining over the trash can and taking care of what was left, that you had. I would have gone right over if I would have known. I always go and clean that room up or even stay late if there is a night event to make sure that this room is back to normal.

He looked up at the boy who has spoken to him in confusion. He was dark skinned, and his hair was cropped short in a buzz

“It’s all right,” came a response from the tree line, the voice sounding familiar. A thin man stepped from the woods: Merlin. “It’s only me. Mind if I have a seat?”

"I don't know but I just got here and see everyone like this," a girl with red eyes sighed. She has an enourmas beanie that resembles as a souvenir from the Strawberry Festival. Her ponytail was shown on the side of her left shoulder.

Alyssum replied. " Our names are really Lily and Iris though," Iris interjected. Her voice also had an exaggerated southern

I stood up as well to help clear the table. I grabbed a few dishes and followed blondie into the kitchen. I walked across the room to throw out the excess waste into the disposal.

toppled with really old flower wall paper and green shag carpet all through the cabin except for

We cleaned the dishes and organized a bit. We looked at each and we knew we can't keep this up.

“That explains why none of them looked like him,” Lola said. The mother kind of resembled him but that’s