Hazel pov
The room was dark. My laptop screen was black. The only light came from the street. It made long, thin shadows on my floor.
The house was very quiet. Maya was next to me in bed. She was a heater. She was breathing slow. We had eaten too many chips. We had talked too much. We were both dead to the world.
Then, the noise started.
It was Maya's phone. It was on the nightstand. It was buzzing. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. It sounded like a drill. It was loud in the quiet room. I groaned at the disturbance.
Maya jumped up. She was like a spring. Her eyes were wide. Her hair was a mess. She grabbed the phone. She swiped the screen fast.
A green light blinked on her phone. It was bright. It was blinding. Maya looked at the screen. Her face went white. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
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