_______________________________________ Links! _______________________________________ Next: To be decided, ehehehehe Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/823254216/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807623373/ ________________________________________ ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Start of chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ There was no way Sophia was going home now--but maybe those memories...were just weird dreams she had and not memories? And yet they seemed so realistic.... /Well, duh,/ Sophia scolded herself. /You do have a photographic memory after all./ She should just go home--she wasn't going to be in danger with her mom--the same mom who always cared for her and made sure that she was safe and had her inhaler...and stuff. Suddenly anxious, Sophia went to call her, not noticing that she instead pressed that strange woman's contact instead as she called. But when the familiar voice said, "Ready to tell me again that this is a coincidence?" Sophia nearly cursed. "Would you believe me if I did?" she asked irritably. "Wrong number." "Oh, really? Very hard to believe. Now tell me who you are and what your intentions are before I send a squad on you." "Okay, listen, calling you was an accident, okay? Nothing more than that. And seriously, sending a 'squad' on me? Who even are you?" There was silence on the woman's end. After a moment, she finally asked curiously, "You really have no idea who I am, do you?" "Hmph. I hardly have any idea who I am anymore," Sophia grumbled. "Just...just block my number and leave me be, whoever you are, 'kay? Okay, bye." She hung up before the woman could object and tucked her phone away in her pocket. As she did, she suddenly noticed the same girl that she had helped when she had dropped a bunch of files. Her caramel-blonde hair glinted in the sun, her amber eyes narrowed, seemingly cunning as ever. Sophia wondered if she should raise her hand to wave, but she decided against it, turning away and starting to head home. But half a second later she stopped, remembering that she couldn't go home. Frustration flashed across her expression, and she clenched her fists. If she couldn't go home, where in the world could she go? "Sophia?" Sophia spun around, shocked, but she relaxed when she realized that her classmate, Jake, was behind her. "Oh, Jake," she said, letting out a sigh. "You almost gave me a heart attack." He smiled, though there was concern in his eyes for her. "Jumpy, I see. What's up? I recognized you and saw that you looked like...well, you've been having a tough day." "To say the least," she agreed unhappily, her face falling and revealing her misery. "I thought you'd be home by now? It's way past school, after all." "Home isn't an option for me right now," Sophia explained, tugging at her hoodie. He frowned. "What? What are you planning on doing come night? Hiding in a playground slide?" His face fell in shock when he saw Sophia actually considering it. She blushed, embarrassed. Jake considered. Then he said, "Sophia, how about you come over to my house? My parents are on vacation, so you don't have to worry about asking." Sophia hesitated. "I don't know...I don't want to intrude or anything. I don't want to be a problem...." "No--trust me, you're okay, Soph," Jake said, using the nickname easily, as if they had known each other for years instead of days. Sophia hesitated. A million emotions were running through her, but she decided to trust Jake, even if she hadn't known him for long. She nodded at him. "Okay. Thank you, Jake." He smiled. "Great. Now follow me." Sophia nodded, starting off after him. As she did, she looked out of the corner of her eye from where she had seen the girl that she had helped, though now she was nowhere to be found. ˜”*°•.˜”*°• End of Chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜
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