Chapter Three: We're Leaving, Nowish

There was an address on the letter, and a phone number.

142, Willow Lane,




"C'mon, mum. It's probably just a joke; a prank. You know what the teens are like around here." I said with pity swelling up inside my head. I wasn't going to get my hopes up for them to fall.

Mum hadn't spoken since she opened the letter, and come to think of it, she hadn't blinked, either. I waved my pale hand in front of her shocked, frozen-and probably catatonic- face.

"Hey, mum? You okay?" I said, franticly shaking her by the shoulders. Her eyes moved towards me.

"We're going to Willow Lane." She stated in an expressionless voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, but don't get your hopes up, Mum. Stephen is probably not going to be there." Stephen is probably dead in a ditch. "But we should probably ring Dwayne and Peter." I exclaimed.

The End

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