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"sir the chair is taken.i said adjusting my bag on the chair. "By who, miss Flora? He asked and waiting for my reply. "I don't think you have an answer for that when I didn't answer him,he added. Flora!,he called." You can do me a favor by showing him round the school and please tutor him,his grade is not appealing.he said, flipping through the text book he was holding. "Oh c'mon,I said in an annoyed tone. As if sitting beside me isn't enough,now I'll have to tutor him and show him round the school.i said to myself, that's unbelievable.sometimes I do regret being the smartest one and is really getting on my nerves.

Not against him. Then Atticus saw a crop of dead flowers. Their stems were a fresh, bright green, but their petals had wilted and withered until he could not tell what colour they had been before. Flowers were a change from the endless rolling fields he’d spent the better part of the morning marching through, so he went to them with an eagerness he had not displayed since he had been a child. Save for Lily’s eighteenth birthday, a dark part of his mind whispered snidely. Save for when you had a chance at love – before you ruined it all.

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

The red cardboard box is still there, and as we approach it I notice the lid is still closed from the last time my grandma shut it. I open it and the spell books and magic books are still inside. I blow the dust away and brush it aside with the kitchen towel. The book of elder magic floats in the air and a great light appears before our eyes. The pages move by themselves as the book glows in the air before us. The pages turn to a spell with a picture of the luna lily flowers on the page. I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof.

Then he flips it over and says, "1910, wow. Where'd you get such an old picture of the house?" Trying to stay calm, my eyes jerk over to Brad, but he's already looking at me. We both know where it came from. Atticus. He's still here. *The End* Acknowledgements: To my betas: Paige Weaver, Sarah Phelps, Beth Rustenhaven, Stephenie Thomas, Laura Wilson, Vanessa Proehl, Tami Fairley, Chelcie Dacon and Tashia Brandenburg. Thank you for your honesty, your patience and your time. Your opinions were like gold and I am so grateful for each and every one of you.

Running inside as she looked around the once old room filled with spider webs now cleaned up and shining. "This can't be a storeroom. It's too good to be one." Flower said as she covered her wide open mouth with her hands as looked around the room freaking out a little with excitement coursing through her veins. I smiled looking at her just being her cute self without wearing a fake mask over her soul. "Do you like it?" "I love it. Thank you so much, Daniel." She said as she ran into my arms hugging me real tight. And, I'd be lying if I didn't say this but this was one if the best moments in my life.

She said, “Where we kept everything important.” Quietly, the two of them made their way up the two flights of stairs. The rusty attic room seemed unused in months, filled with spider webs and thick dust. Emma covered her sensitive nose as she made her way to the edge of the attic side by a ventilator, where she crouched down on the floor. As Jamie watched her, she pulled away the rug covering the floor and managed to open the lid on the floor. “Wow,” He said, “Another hidden passage?”

The rooms up here are just as damaged and vandalized as downstairs, with cracks in the drywall and water damage from rain and snow. There’s a spiral staircase in a closet, which seems a little strange to me at first. There are no lights up here, so Lucas and I both get out our phones for light. Lucas doesn’t need it, of course, but the extra light helps me see. The attic is large, with tall ceilings and solid wood flooring. The energy shifts again, and I’m picking up something more personal…like a specific energy belonging to one person. “What’s through here?” I ask, pointing to a little door in the wall.

I nearly shouted, snatching it from her hands. She clicked her tongue. “Hmm... it’s interesting.” “Damn you,” I snapped. My journal was private—sacred. “Go clean the attic. It's filthy,” she said flippantly, tossing her hair as she walked out of the house. I looked up toward the attic. Dust streamed down from the half-open hatch. Had she been up there? I grabbed the long broom behind the door and made my way up. The attic was a mess—dust so thick I had to cover my nose with my sleeve. I stumbled around, searching for the light switch, and finally flicked it on.

That was it. My heart just... snapped. I stared at him one last time. No begging. No hope left. Then I was in the attic, locked up like I was nothing. Night fell. Rats scratched in the corners. One of them waddled right up to me. Then—creak. The attic door started to open. The rat bolted. Rainee's smug face popped into the doorway. No one else around, so she dropped the sweet act and went full venom.