Chapter Four- That of Poison and Roses
Four
This is not awkward.
This is not awkward.
This is not awkward.
Four
This is not awkward.
This is not awkward.
This is not awkward.
Three
Perfection.
Perfection.
Perfection.
Yes, that's what's required of me.
I hate it.
Two
I do not want to be here.
I do not want to be here.
I do not want to be here,
at the palace of the Aldridge family.
One
I hate the Aldridge family.
I hate the Aldridge family.
I hate the Aldridge family.
Sadie St. Claire stood on the top porch step, a purple backpack in her hand and a smile on her face.
Setting: An art classroom.
Enter Ham and three of the Campers.
Saturday, July 17th, 1954: 1:10pm
The most beautiful girl in the world is dead, and I am not sure whether I should be afraid of ghosts.
The long shadow stretched out on the path could easily have belonged to one person, but it instead trailed behind two lovers, synchronized in their every movement.
The snowflakes flurried down around the gravestones, darting across the cemetery and piling up on the already-frozen ground. Two figures made their way down the path, toward the pond, which had iced over in December.