Chapter 13

Kat woke up, and instantly reached for the glittery pink jewellery box on her bedside table.
Trembling, she cautiously opened the box.
Inside was a small heap of sparkling, glittering, glimmering dust.
It was all the colours of the rainbow, but was mainly made up of a beautiful, pale pink...gems!
Kat gasped, she couldn't believe it! Was this what all the shfaelites turned into when they deceased?
What would Cynthanie's be?
Probably a horrid muck of browns and greys - bleeurgh!
Gently, she grasped the sparkly box and tipped the contents into the flower bed below - the shimmering dust sparkling amongst the primroses and tulips.
Shivering, Kat put the box back on the table, and forced herself to forget Cynthanie.
How could she do that to her own sister?
"I'll ask DreadLock Boy at school - see what he knows about them." She muttered.


Kat glanced around the canteen for DreadLock Boy, her tray of juice and pasta trembling in her hands.
"OVER HERE KAT!" Zara called from behind her, waving her sandwich manically.
Kat smiled and waved back, but turned away and scanned the canteen.
"Listen." She felt a tap on the shoulder and she spun round.
Dreadlock Boy was less than an inch away, his face scrunched up in concentration, his carton of Just Juice scrunched in his hand.
"She died last night. She should not have. Stay away. Keep away. Get out of this village - this county - this country - this world! From now on you are never safe. Even now - they could be watching us. Get out."