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His eys seemed to say, “This is what I have to deal with in my home every day.” Well, that’s your choice. And that’s when Jessica traced where Cicio’s eyes had gone, and found me. Jessica stopped all the tears at once when she spotted me. Somehow she stood more straight in front of me. “Why are you here?” She asked coldly. “I didn’t get the invitation to your homecoming party. Apparently my Don got one.” She pointed at Cicio. As if the dramatic catastrophe at this moment wasn’t enough for her, Jessica snatched the collar of her son and flung him right in my direction.

After kim had left eight years ago for college she couldn't bring herself to go back to lover's valley, the place held too many memories, especially one she would go to the depths of hell to forget and not only that, she just couldn't stand the look of pity the town's people always gave her. Kim toyed with the card in her hands, twirling it back and forth between her fingers. Sam was right, it's about damn time she went back home, with her mind made up she picked up her phone and smiled. ''You win mom''. ############################################# ''Sir this just came in for you''.

For the first time, Homecoming didn’t feel like something happening to other people. It felt like something happening to me. And that didn’t terrify me anymore. It thrilled me.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

"Not so much. She just handed this book to me and told me to follow what's in it. Probably contains important information." He looked down at the book and then behind me before slipping his hand into his pocket. "Very well then. We should head back home. It's getting late." Nodding, we both walked towards the main road where my father's car was parked. I spent most of the drive home reading through the pages of the book and digesting every detail. It was going to be a long read, seeing that it was painfully detailed. When we finally got home, my father got a call about a meeting being held at the town hall again. He left without going into the house.

We had not just survived our story. *** The homecoming was not a fanfare, but a quiet, profound reintegration. Arthur moved back into the house, and the silence that had been so oppressive was now filled with the comfortable, familiar sounds of our life together—the rustle of his newspaper, the clink of his coffee cup, the soft hum of his presence in the next room. The peace felt deeper now, hard-won and infinitely more precious.

"They're in Church right now, if you want me to take your CV just leave it on the counter and I'll ask the Pres to take a look at it tomorrow." "Church?" I check as my glee grows, ignoring the rest of what he said. "Yeah" drawls, "come back tomorrow. You might have more luck then." Wth a smirk, I mouth thank you at him before lifting my middle finger at the blonde and swiftly marching down the corridor to my right. "WAIT! Where are you going?" The prospect calls after me, "the doors the other way!"

Fifteen minutes later, I had finally found what I was looking for. my old yearbook. Fairview High, 2010 I let my hand run over the red cover, which was also covered in dust before I opened it up and my eyes started to scan every page of the book until I had found just what I was looking for. AHAH! There you are, little mate.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

Bethany continued, "But things slow down at this time of the year and you’re only a cell phone call away. You said your mom has a fax machine so I think we’re good to go in case something pops up." "In a way, I envy you. Going home for the holidays is always kind of special and going all out on your mom’s project to help the Society group is the icing on top as far as good feelings go. If anyone can make it work, then it’s you.” Bethany smiled at her friend.