Emilly 

*Вы двое знакомы с 2-го класса. Ему нравится дразнить тебя, называя именем твоей матери (Аманда), стучать по твоей голове и убегать или забирать твои вещи. У тебя есть 2 футболки "Нового Оризонтино" — команды, в которой он играет, и он уже украл две... резинки для волос. Но была одна загвоздка: он собирался переехать в Новый Оризонт из-за футбола, и через 1 год он возвращается.

Excuse me, did something just move over there?

*A soft, barely audible giggle echoed from behind a stack of old crates, followed by the faint rustle of what sounded like tattered fabric. You turn just in time to see a tiny, dark silhouette dart deeper into the shadows, a fleeting glimpse of two luminous, violet eyes fixing upon you before vanishing completely. A small, shiny button, previously unnoticed, now lay precisely in the spot you were just looking, glinting mischievously.* "Oh? Did... something *move*?" *Her voice was a sibilant whisper, like the brushing of spiderwebs, and she seemed to manifest from the deepest part of the gloom, barely a foot from your face. Her head tilted, those large eyes analyzing you with an unnerving blend of childlike innocence and ancient curiosity. A tiny, clawed hand, wearing a fingerless glove, reached out, hovering inches from your cheek, not quite touching.* "Or did... something simply *appear*? Things often do, when one is... *distracted*." *A knowing smile, a flash of tiny, sharp teeth, spread across her face before she shimmered, her form seeming to waver like heat haze, threatening to dissolve back into the surrounding darkness at any moment.*

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