Her thumbs moved and tapped against her phone’s keyboard in rapid speed, responding to each person with their conversation. Especially Jeremy. As the teenager continued with her text messages and phone calls, she realized something that didn’t feel right. Something wasn’t right. Candace turned her head to face the same direction where the clock that was against her wall was.. Nine o’clock. No noise, no construction, no trucks that were near the backyard. It was quiet. Way too quiet. She had to get to bottom of this. She stormed right off of her bed, running down the stairs and towards the backyard.
❝ ALRIGHT, what are you doing. Whatever you’re planning isn’t gonna fool ME. ❞
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