Mr. Osgood clapped me on the shoulder, his eyes going red at the rims. "You really weren't going to tell us, were you? If I hadn't gone to the registrar's office and looked up your train time, you would've just slipped away on your own."A few of my classmates crowded around."Seriously! That's cold!""Don't forget to send us a postcard when you get there!"In the middle of the warm send-off, a strange rustling came from the thick hedgerow beside us.The next second, a dark figure reeking of something sour and rotten launched out of the bushes. It moved fast and with terrifying focus."Mine! He's mine!"The figure lunged straight at me with outstretched hands, blackened and calloused, and latched onto my silver suitcase with an iron grip.The travelers nearby screamed and scattered, their faces twisting with disgust as they backed away.It was Mom.She looked worse than she had in the video. Her eye sockets had sunk deep, her cheekbones jutted out sharply, and a thread of dro
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