OK! I'm updating! School has been extremely hectic. I'm not going to personally thank everyone this time, only because my computer is going completely wonky. I'll thank you guys in the next chapter, I promise!
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Scarlet watched George read the faded yellow post-it. George's face showed no sign of recognition to the post-it information, but Scarlet wasn't used to reading the girl's facial expressions yet.
George put down the post-it and spotted two other faded post-its, stuck in the corner of the box. Scarlet watched as she pried them from their restraints. They were both tear-stained but one held a little more yellow coloring than the other. The scribbled writing was nearly illegible as George held both of them up to the light. The one that held nearly no coloring read:
J. Matthews
ETD: 7:11 PM
I-55 Highway Army Trail Rd. Exit Ramp
And just like the previous post-it, on the back was written:
DOD: March 9, 2002
George raised one eyebrow and slid a tiny glance at Scarlet. The brunette's skin had gone paler than the usual white pigment, if that was at all possible. Her emerald eyes had widened and had started to form tears at the lid's edge. George looked back at the other post-it. This one had a little buttery yellow tint to it.
Z. Matthews
ETD: 12:03 AM
1818 Sherwood Ct.
George didn't even hesitate to flip the post-it over to reveal the information she knew was written on the back:
DOD: March 9, 2003
The Reaper looked at her younger counterpart and was startled to see that the tears had finally spilled over the edge and were pouring down her pale cheeks. The novel Scarlet had been reading was closed on her lap, clamped down by her hands, which were white at the knuckles. George knew there was something that connected the three post-its. She was about to open her mouth to question the other girl when Scarlet quickly lifted herself off of the couch, snagging her shoes and messenger bag, and hurried out of the room. The front door hinges squealed open and then the door slammed shut after her.
George sat back in the couch and blindly gazed at the two post-its she was holding. She picked up the very first post-it that she had taken out of the bottom of the box and put all three on the coffee table in front of her. The three death certificates sat side by side, dictating the same type of information, for three different people. Faceless people to George. But probably not faceless to Scarlet.
George slowly rose off of the couch, leaving the post-its on the table, and walked to the entryway. She opened the door to find an empty porch, an empty night. There was no sign of Scarlet anywhere. George grew worried for the young teen. She was new to the city, and only knew one other place to go. This however was in George's favor. The blond turned on her heel and quickly strode to her room.
After throwing on a pair of jeans that had been lying on a pile on the floor, along with a t-shirt that lay by the pants, George hurried to the front door, only to collide with Daisy in the hallway.
"George! What happened? I heard the door slam. Where's Scarlet?" The older woman questioned George. The look that was plastered over her face had passed the stage of worrying and was settled on frightened.
"Did Scarlet tell you anything about how or when she died, Daisy?" The young Reaper asked, completely ignoring Daisy's questions.
"Well, now that you mention it, yes, she did. Why?" George grabbed the fair woman's wrist and dragged her to the coffee table, where the post-its still sat.
"Look at these. Do you notice anything that she may have said to you?" Daisy examined all of the post-its closely, as George laced up a pair of gym shoes. Daisy raised and shook her head.
"Nothing." George flipped the post-its over and pointed at them. Daisy leaned over again and read the information on the back. Her brow grew with signs of tenseness.
"The date. On these first two. She mentioned her death date. I don't remember it exactly, but I'm pretty sure it was that."
"Are you sure?" The older blond nodded. George stood and walked to the front door, with Daisy on her heels.
"George, where are you going?" The younger woman turned as she grabbed her car keys off of the hook by the door.
"I'm going to talk to our new friend." She then opened the door, and walked to the quietly waiting Mustang. Daisy watched as George started the car and pulled away from the curb, heading in the direction she drove many times before.
Daisy closed the squeaking door and strode to the living room again. She picked all three post-its again, trying to connect each one to the other two. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she saw the connection. Her knees gave way as the fallen starlet sunk to the couch, disbelief washed over her face.
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Ok, My computer is going completely wonky, so I'm ending it here. Sorry for it being so short! I'll try to update soon.
Forever and Always.
-Pendragon4