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Denis murmured something under his breath that sounded like, "to spy on Alaric." She said, "I told Elizabeth yesterday to just leave him to me. Oops," as a couple of passing juniors glanced at her. "I told Elizabeth yesterday just to leave him to me." She gave Katherine a sneering glare and rolled her eyes. They agreed to go in a different direction, so they veered off into a side hallway and made their way to an empty stairway. Denis let out a sigh of contentment as he sighed and rested against the wall.

She repeated it in a pitiful manner, "I've got to remember not to utter her name, but it's so difficult."
hard. My mother asked me how I felt this morning, and I nearly answered her, 'great,' because I saw Elizabeth last night. I don't know how you two kept a secret about what you know. I don't know how you two kept a secret about what you know.
so long."

Katherine saw that, despite himself, he was trying to suppress a smile that was creeping over his face. Denis was like a
a kitten that is six weeks old has all of the appeal but none of the inhibitions. Everything she did came from the heart, even if it entirely contradicted what she had just said in the previous instant, but she always stated precisely what she was thinking at the time. He reminded her in a mischievous manner, "You're standing in a deserted corridor with a you know what right now."

"Ohhh," she said, as her eyes widened once more. She then added, with a sigh of relief, "But you wouldn't, would you?" "Because Elizabeth would murder you... Oh my." She heaved a sigh and said, "So, how did things go last night?" as she searched for another subject to talk about. "Because Elizabeth would kill you."

Almost immediately, Katherine's disposition was gloomy. "Oh, Elizabeth's all right; she's OK. That's not so good.
"Sleeping well," he said, but before he could continue, he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the hallway's exit. One of the three senior females who were walking by broke away from the group when she saw Katherine and Denis and continued on her own. The features of Sue Carson's face, including her eyes, were white.
glasses with crimson rims, but she smiled at them nevertheless.

Denis's worry was palpable at all times. "Sue, how are you doing? Doug, how are you doing?"

In a haste, she tacked on, "Katherine, I needed to speak to you. He's alright, too, or at least he's going to be." "I'm okay. He's okay, too, or at least he's going to be." "I know my dad thanked you yesterday for helping Doug the way that you did, but I wanted to thank you, too. I mean, I know that people in town have been pretty horrible to you and well, I'm just surprised you cared enough to help at all. But I'm glad. My mom says you saved Doug's life. And so, I just wanted to thank you, and to say I'm sorry-about everything." "I know my dad thanked you yesterday for helping Doug the way that you did

in any way assist. But I'm happy. My mother thinks that you prevented Doug from passing away. Consequently, I simply wanted to thank you and extend my apologies for all that's happened.

He responded by saying, "That's all fine. How is Chelsea today?

"

"You can find her in the pound. Sue wiped her tears and stood up, and Katherine relaxed after she realized the threat was no longer there after realizing that the canines were being held in quarantine there. An uneasy quiet followed.

At long last, Denis addressed Sue with the question, "Well, have you heard what the school board decided concerning the Snow Dance?"

"

"From what I've heard, they got together first thing this morning, and they very much agreed to hand it over to us. Nevertheless, I heard someone say that they were talking about a police guard. Oh, there's the bell for being tardy. We had best get started on history before Alaric starts docking everyone's grades.

Katherine said, "We should be there in a minute," and he remarked in a casual manner, "When is this Snow Dance?

"

Sue remarked, with a grimace, "It's the thirteenth; Friday night, you know," and then she exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's Friday the thirteenth. I haven't even given it a second thought. However, this does bring to mind something else that I intended to discuss with you in our conversation. This morning, I decided to withdraw my name from consideration for the role of snow queen. It-it just felt appropriate, in some way. After saying "That's it," Sue rushed off and practically ran away.

Katherine's thoughts were going a mile a minute as she asked Denis, "What exactly is this Snow Dance?"

"

"Well, in all honesty, this is the Christmas dance, with the exception that we have a snow queen rather than a Christmas queen. After what occurred during Founders Day, they were considering canceling it. Then, with the dogs yesterday, they were considering canceling it again. However, it seems as if they are going to have it after all.

"On the thirteenth of Friday," Katherine remarked with a gloomy tone.

Denis responded with a yes while resuming her terrified expression and trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible.
"Katherine, please don't stare at me like that; you're making me nervous. What's the matter? What do you believe is going to go place throughout the dance? "

"I don't know." But something would, Katherine was thinking. Fell's Church hadn't had a single public celebration that hadn't been visited by the Other Power, and she knew that Fell's Church wasn't the only place where this happened.
It was quite likely that this celebration would be the final one held in the calendar year, but there was no use in discussing that at the moment. "Come on," he murmured. "We're terribly late."

Alaric Saltzman was at the blackboard as they came in, just as he had been on the first day he had arrived in the history classroom. If he was shocked at seeing them late, or even at all, he hid it faultlessly by offering one of his nicest grins. He was correct.

When Katherine sat down in his chair, she had the idea, "So you're the one who's hunting the hunter."


looking intently at the guy standing in front of him. But are you anything more than that? Perhaps Elizabeth's Other Power?

looking intently at the guy standing in front of him. But are you anything more than that? Perhaps Elizabeth's Other Power?

Elizabeth. Katherine's hand was squeezed beneath his desk, and he felt a dull aching slowly start to develop in his chest.
He hadn't intended to think about her, but the only way he'd been able to make it through the last five days was by keeping her at the periphery of his consciousness and not allowing her picture to get any closer.
Except then, of course, the effort of keeping her at a safe distance took up the majority of his time and energy. And here was the worst place in the world to be, in a classroom where he couldn't care less about what was being taught, since there was nothing else to do here but think.

He forced himself to breathe in a calm, measured manner. All that mattered was that she was healthy.
thing. Nothing else really mattered. But even as he told himself this, jealousy bit into him like the thongs of a whip. This was because whenever he thought about Elizabeth now, he had to think about him. This was the only thing that really mattered.

Concerning Dominic, who was at liberty to travel anywhere he pleased and who may possibly be with Elizabeth right at this very moment:

He was still not convinced that Dominic wasn't the one who had casually thrown him, bleeding and unconscious, into an abandoned well shaft to die. And he would take Elizabeth's idea about the Other Power much more seriously if he was completely sure that Dominic hadn't chased Elizabeth to her death. Dominic was evil; he had no mercy and no scruples... Katherine's anger burned bright and cold in his mind, mingling with the hot ache in his chest.

For the hundredth time, Katherine questioned herself intently, "And what has he done that I haven't done?" Nothing, the answer came back.

Except kill.

Both Katherine and Tyler had intended to take their own lives, and Katherine had made an attempt to take Tyler's.
His annoyance with Dominic was eventually calmed down, and he turned his attention to a desk in the far corner of the room.

Even though Tyler had been released from the hospital the day before, he still hadn't gone back to school. Despite this, there shouldn't be any risk of his recalling what had happened.
anything from that gruesome afternoon The subliminal advice to forget should work for quite some time as long as no one messes with Tyler's thoughts, and he should be able to forget anything from that gruesome day.

When he turned away from Tyler's desk, he saw the person who had been watching him do it give him a sidelong glance. He was startled to realize that he had been looking at Tyler's vacant desk with gloomy eyes.

Quickly turning and bending over his history book, Matt did so, but not before Katherine caught a glimpse of his.


I'm not sure what time it is on December 5, but it's probably early in the afternoon. Dear Diary,
I can't go where people sleep, you know, unless I've been invited in. I guess animals don't count, because there are some rats sleeping here. Dominic got you back for me this morning. Katherine said he didn't want me going into Alaric's attic again. This is Katherine's pen I'm using. I don't own anything anymore, or at least I can't get at any of my own things, and most of them Aunt Judith would miss if I took

I'm making a concerted effort not to laugh out loud or have hysterics.

I figured that if I did something regular and familiar, like writing, it would be able to assist, but the reality is that nothing in my life is normal now.