The Crossed Pathways to Home

Lucy's world is fading. Sad, alone, her grandmother dying, the rest of the world hating her, what's to look forward to?
But when a mysterious blonde haired boy turns up...

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4. Chapter 4

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I went to the library in the fruitless hope pf trying to find some answers.
"Witness" I repeated over to myself. "Weird eyes, pointy teeth and Wolvian law?" I shook my head. It lead to no logical conclusion.
I sat in front of the computer, typing up Sweden. I couldn't think of anything else to look up. I scanned the page, seeing nothing of interest.
Then I looked up Wolvian law and nothing came up.
I rubbed my forehead. It was impossible to piece anything together. I sighed as I then reluctantly looked up the one totally illogical conclusion I had come up with.
"Werewolf" I muttered as I looked it up. All it gave me were things out of stories and movies, and a definition of a shape-shifting being who turn into wolvish creatures at the full moon.
I sighed in annoyance. Everything seemed so contradictory. I switched off the computer, knowing that there was no point, that there's no figuring this out unless Finbarr told me himself.

I trudged back to Aunt Peggy's house, with a million and one questions in my head. I walked into the house, trying to think about what everything meant, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.
"Lucy!" my aunt bellowed, her big, pink angry face suddenly near mine.
"Crying out loud! Are you trying to kill me?" I snapped.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Like, one o'clock?"
"Yes! You just leave without telling me where you've gone?" she yelled.
"Sorry! I was at Grandma's and I went to the library!" I protested.
"LIAR!" she screamed at me. I glanced at my wrist, then looked up at her again.
"Go ask Sophie and the librarian if you want" I said, my voice quieter than before. I didn't really want her to find out about the gap inbetween. Crazy woman.
"I can't stand the sight of you, upstairs, now!" I glared at her as I went up to my room.
I threw my phone on my bedside drawer and fell onto my bed. I really should've asked Finbarr for his number, if he even has one. Just for someone friendly to talk to. I sadly sighed. There was no friendly numbers on my phone anymore.

 

 

 

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