Aria got a bit of a devious smile on her face as she dragged me out of the room. I didn't think it was a good idea to go out there and pry. But she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. We crept out of my room and walked down to the first floor landing where we saw people had gathered in a circle on the ground floor and Rachel was standing in the center.
Rachel didn’t look quite right to me here. Not like the first time I saw her. She was wearing ratty old jeans, a singlet without any shoes on. Some of her acrylic fingernails were broken off as well. Her hair was a little messy and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. I could tell that something wasn’t quite right the second I saw her.
She had a bottle of wine in her hand, drinking straight from the bottle. I don’t know if
