Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190925004545/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191009003606

 Chapter seven 

Sophie arrived at Everglen. She surveyed the large graceful property, the lake as clear and reflective a mirror, the trees swaying in the slight breeze. But it looked smaller and insignificant without the big glowing gates surrounding the house.

Sophie felt a tap on her arm. It was Biana. “Come on, let’s go. Linh’s distracting Fitz so that we can sneak you in,” Sophie felt her heart warm at her friend’s dedication to her wishes, but at the same time a sliver of jealousy snuck its way in. She wondered what Linh was doing to distract Fitz.

Sophie and Biana snuck in through the back door, and up to Biana’s room. They sat down on Biana’s hot pink, fluffy rug. Linh came in moments later giggling, closed the door. “okay,” She said, out of breath, “I told him Sophie was waiting to see him, but only if he baked chocolate ripplemuffs, so we’ll have something to snack on after,” Sophie felt a needle of guilt slip into her heart. How could she have ever doubted Linh? She was the sweetest, most angelic person Sophie knew. But Sophie pushed that thought away to the darkest corner of her mind, along with all of her other guilt.

“Alright, then,” Sophie said, “let’s get to it.” She looked right at Linh, channeling all the sincerity and determination she could muster into her voice. “We’re going to find Tam.”

Sophie closed her eyes, and imagined her mind as little hands, searching for Tam’s thoughts. She tried remembering what his shadow whispering sounded like, stretching her mental hands to the farthest reaches of the world. She felt something; an echo of an echo of a thought, like something brushing against her hand. If she reached a little farther, she would catch it. She stretched out, and—

“What are you guys doing?” Fitz came in the door, breaking Sophie’s concentration. Her eyes flew open, her hands retracting, losing their slippery grip on Tam’s thoughts. She pounded her fist again the ground in frustration.

“Dammit, Fitz!” She said, “I was so close to Tam. Go away! I don’t want you here!” Fitz sucked in a breath, ready to say something, but then his eyes widened as he processed what she said.

“You were telepathically contacting Tam. . . without me?” Sophie looked into his teal eyes, and felt her heart break, like shattered glass. Those were the eyes of someone who was destroyed. He looked so. . . hopeless.

“But more importantly,” Someone said, “You were contacting Mr. Song without consulting me?” Mr. Forkle stepped into view.

-Chloe