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Emma bit her lip as she watched her best friend retreat back to the castle. Shrugging, she turned back to her family and hugged them goodbye. She followed a servant to her room and hesitated when the servant guided her to turn left at the staircase and not to go up it.
“Uh, ma'am, I spent last year up there...” Emma trailed off as the maid continued to direct her down the foreign corridor.
“Well, I guess this is where I'm staying this year,” Emma muttered to herself when the servant dropped her off in an empty room and left without a word. Like the year before, she unpacked her things hurriedly and stormed out of the room to go find 'Dee.' She climbed the stairs and traveled through the halls until she found Jaclynn's room. Emma knocked enthusiastically onto the hard wood door. The door creaked open and Jaclynn appeared.
“Dee!” Emma cried and pushed her way into the room with her.
“Emma!” She shouted and pulled away, “You need to leave!” She thrust a pointed finger out the door and her lip quivered, “You're not supposed to be in here!”
“Oh. I-I'm sorry,” Emma whispered and stepped out of the room, shocked by the use of her first name. They had agreed that the first name usage was only for arguments, “Is something wrong, Dee?”
“No. I just-” Jaclynn pushed the door shut until only a sliver of her face could be seen, “nothing's wrong.” Jaclynn clicked the door shut and Emma stood, staring.
Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.
The day passed uneventfully and Emma mainly spent the hours sitting in her room with her dolls. She wanted a play partner, but the Queen of Donuts had said that Jaclynn had studies to attend to and wouldn't be able to spend much time with her through out the summer.
So Emma waited.
And she waited.
Until she could bear it no more. She wanted to spend time with her best friend and 'Dee' must feel the same way. Emma flew to Jaclynn's room and was about to knock again, when she heard the soft murmur of conversation. Holding her breath, Emma placed her ear against the door. She was shocked at her own violation of privacy, but something told her that it was important.
“I'm scared! It's getting stronger!” Came a shout from the other side of the door.
“Calm down. Getting upset only makes things worse. Just, don't worry,” A voice said, presumably the queen.
“NO!” Shouted Jaclynn, “Don't touch me. I don't want to hurt you.”
There was silence from the other side and Emma scrambled down the hallway and to her room.
She lay on her bed and stared up at the pink ceiling.
What is she keeping from me?