Riverbank Hedge

Sisters Allie and Quinn move to a small town called Riverbank Hedge. But when they arrive, they are thrust into a mystery that has plagued the town for so long. With a past that extends to them and their family, they are determined to solve it, along with some help.

Can they figure it out, before they get found out?

A total of 17781 words.


16. 16.Coma

Allie's POV:

I woke up in a room that was white. My mum came in.

"Oh. Your awake." she hugged me.

"How did I get here?" I asked.

"Well some hikers were in the woods and found all five of you on the ground." She said.

"Are they okay?" I said.

"Yes they are okay. The doctor said that you have to rest. We will talk more later." I laid down and closed my eyes.


Someone was poking me and I opened my eyes.

"Hi Quinn." I hugged her.

"Hi Allie. Here is your cloak and book. The key is in my pocket."

"Thanks." The rest of the day were boring. As the day approaches I was finally out. I was reading Theodora's diary when Quinn, Devin, and James barged in.

"Allie we need to get to the hospital asap!"


We ran to the front desk.

"Jack Clarkson!" James said a bit loud.

"Room B12." We ran and I opened the door.

"Is he?" Quinn asked.

"No little lady he is just in a coma." I looked to the right and saw an old man with light brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Devin questioned.

"I'm Ollie Ruckman."

"Your Theodora's husband?!" We exclaimed.

"Yes. Your Allie, Quinn, Devin, James, and he is Jack." He said pointing at us then the bed where Jack laid.

"How do you know us. We haven't told you our names yet?" James said.

"Theodora sent me a letter that she met you guys. She told me how you looked and your names. She would do that every time when she meets someone new." He laughed a bit at the end.

"How did you find us then?" I asked.

"Me and my brother, Tom, were hiking when we heard a thump. We found you guys on the ground. While I was looking around I saw a rock carved in with Theodora's name." A tear rolled down his wrinkly face.

"It wasn't our fault Ollie, really. It was that guy's fault."

"What guy?" He looked up at us.

"He had a goatee." Quinn said. I explained the guys appearance more clearly.

"Oh. I know that guy. He used to work for me until that fire started in 1945." he said.

"Your really old." Quinn said.

"Quinn!" I glared at her.

"That's okay. My grandkids used to do that. We have to keep in touch if any of us see him. His name is also Paul." He gave James his address since he was the oldest. Around four we left. I closed the door.

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