CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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aturday morning, one week after Mo decided to help with my investigation, I sat up in bed, bobbing my head to Nicki Minaj’s song, ‘Pills N Potions’, flipping through the Otherworldly book hoping to learn something helpful before my friend arrived.
She promised to come over so we could sort everything out. For an entire week I had experienced nightmares. Death kept appearing, and Aaron and everyone else kept invading my dreams. My classmates accused me of having blood on my hands.
At least Mo was going to help. With her onboard, I felt like everything would be okay. Aaron and the others were going to die at the school’s Valedictory Service unless she and I could figure out a way to prevent my vision from coming true. The Service was in May, which left us just over a m
