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Annabelle sat on her bed, her mind racing with jumbled thoughts as she stared at the phone. Confiding in her family about the hidden message was out of the question; if they wanted her to know, they wouldn't have concealed it behind a Mona Lisa painting. A lonely feeling crept into her heart, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Was this what it felt like to lose trust in those she loved?
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Her gaze remained fixed on the phone, her eyes locked on the cryptic message: "Words I say don't always come out right." The phrase echoed in her mind with a mysterious tone, leaving her wondering what it meant. What next? Phoebe would return to her room soon, and Annabelle knew she had to act.
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With the picture and diary in hand, Annabelle drafted her plans. She needed to uncover why she was chosen, and fast. Ever since witnessing her grandma's death, Annabelle had felt a sense of purpose, especially after no one believed her account. She vowed to find the connection between herself, her grandma, and the circumstances of her grandma's death.
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Though still unclear about her purpose, Annabelle felt an increasing connection to her grandma's diary, which had given her new hope despite the strange doubts surrounding their first encounter. What were the stakes of her winning? Her mind suddenly flashed back to the woman from the dark side screaming, "She's fighting it." What if she was special? If only she could find the key...
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As Annabelle pondered the meaning of the cryptic message, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her room. Phoebe was returning, and Annabelle knew she had to hide the diary and phone. She quickly tucked them under her pillow and pretended to be engrossed in a book.
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But as Phoebe entered the room, Annabelle sensed a strange aura around her. Phoebe's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing intensity, as if she was hiding secrets of her own. Annabelle's heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity.
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"Hey, Belle, what's up?" Phoebe asked, her voice laced with an unsettling sweetness.
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Annabelle hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But as she looked into Phoebe's eyes, she felt an unexpected surge of courage.
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"I know what's going on, Phoebe," Annabelle said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm going to uncover the truth."
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Phoebe's smile faltered for a moment, and Annabelle saw a flicker of something else - something almost like fear.
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