When Charlie went to school the next day, as much as she wasn’t looking forward to it, she knew she had to tell the others about what Ramoni had told her last night. They needed to search for James Winterfell’s journal at that library just outside of town so they could check it to see if there were any clues as to where the portal to the magical realm was inside. She figured maybe they could take Kaos’ car and go together when school got out, and that they could stay in the library all night researching if they had to.
She readied herself and entered St. Bernard High’s cafeteria at lunch. It was just as horrible inside as she remembered. Grumpy old ladies in hairnets served questionably prepared food in front of lines full of dozens and dozens of starving, sweaty, immature teenagers. The
