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Chloe's POV
I walked to the fire pit.
Derek was still staring at me with those quizzical green eyes.
I lifted my brows while he wasn't looking.
I was getting annoyed. What did he want? Just say it already! Why did those of Lyle House have to be so difficult? I sat on a log we pulled by the fire. I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked up into mocha eyes. Simon. He was smiling warmly- like hot coffee -at me. I smiled back.
"Hey," I said.
"Yeah, I know you missed breakfast, so, do you want lunch?"
I frowned, "No, but what time is it?"
He checked his high-tech-nerd-watch- not that he was - and said, "3:05."
I gaped, "It's that late already? How long did it take you to find me?"
He thought for a moment, "About, . . . 2 hours."
I sat paralyzed by surprise. I was asleep that long? Wow, I rubbed my forehead. I stood and walked towards the edge of the forest. I was interrupted by Simon asking, "Where are ya going?"
I smiled meekly, "In the forest, trust me, I won't get lost. I just . . . want to be alone."
He nodded in approval.
Like I need his approval. I don't need anyone's approval. I can make my own desicions. And I'm pretty sure I do not have schizophrenia. Seeing a . . . . ghost, if you will, is not schizo. Remembering the cut up castodian sent a shiver down my vertebrete. I walked into the woods. As soon as I was out of camp site range, I was engulfed by wild-life. I had to admit, it was pretty relaxing. All my stress was lowered by the birds cooing and the water in a nearby river rushing. I sighed in pleasure. I sat on a moss-coated log. I lifted my elbows and balanced them on my knees. I took in the eautiful scene while it lasted.
"Chloe?"
I jumped out of my flesh. Who was that? I turned to see an always scowling Derek. I furrowed my brows. "What're you doing here?"
He pursed his lips, for once, escaping his forever scowl. "To be straight forward, I read your profile."
Oh crap.
"A-and?" I prodded.
"I am almost 100% sure you are NOT schizo."
"Th-th-then what do y-you think I am?"
"A necromancer."
I furrowed my brows, "Necro- what?"
I couldn't even pronounce that foreign word.
"Look it up."
I gave him a 100% confused expression.
"THen may I ask what you are? Mr. Supernatural?"
He stood glaring at me.
"What we are is nothing to be proud of."
"We? You and what army?"
He turned and walked away.
"Hey! I was talking to ya! Get back here Der-ek!"
I walked back to the camp fire, no sight of Derek on the way. I walked to Derek's tent. I said, "Derek?"
I heard a grumble which I assumed was Derek. Then I unzipped the tent.
I sat before him. "Derek, do you have anything that I could look this up in?"
He handed me a book, as if expecting me to ask. It read, The Art of Necromancy Volume: 1. I trailed my fingers over the branded words. I nodded in thanks while murmuring the title. I left the tent and headed back to my tent. I unzipped my side and hopped in. I let the sunlight capture the pages and glint the gold writing. I read the text for a while. Apparently, it was the art of studying, summoning, raising, talking, and seeing dead people. WHAT? I peered at horror-laced pictures. One was of a dark haired man with glowing eyes and an army of dead surrounding him. Wow, nice support group, dude. But blood was strung here and there, everywhere. Could it be possible the castodian was alive at one point?
I stood and ran to Derek's tent and thres the book in his lap.
"You are crazy," I said simply.
On my way out, I thought I heard him say, "I know."
AN: Short chapter I know. But hey! Two chapter in one day! HAHA I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! Well, I'll get the next chapter posted within this or next week. REVIEW! See ya fans! -ashley
