She stumbled across it one night. Sitting all by herself in a dark corner of the school library, Carly continued her long and seemingly impossible search through the thick tomes piled neatly to one side of the table.
Flipping the page, Carly scanned the faded print, a few words standing out. Concentrating, she analysed the passages of interest, making sure what she was seeing was really what it appeared to be. She had finally found what she was looking for! Smiling, she stood up, dust flying as she hurriedly clamped the book shut.
With the heavy tome under one arm, she scooped up her notes and scurried from the great hall, creeping through the school building until she arrived at her dorm. May, her roommate, was staying with her aunt for the summer break. Carly didn’t need to worry about keeping quiet as she closed the door behind her and dumped her findings on the floor.
Spreading out her work, Carly once again flipped through the book until she came to what she had been searching for. She sat back, a grin spreading across her face.
She had found it! Truly found it! Since the very beginning of the summer holidays, Carly had been searching day and night through an endless pile of ancient manuscripts and journals, looking for the answer to her questions. And now there it lay, right before her eyes.
The legend of the Blackwood Sorority had been passed from generation to generation of college boarders, though almost all laughed off the notion, because who would believe the rumours of a secret sorority foundered a hundred years back? Carly had.
And so when the majority of students left for their summer vacations with family and friends, Carly had set to work, seeking out any and every glimpse of information she could find on the topic, aside from what was already common knowledge. She dared not look whilst the other students remained.
Her excitement grew as she read and re-read the few passages. Even though it was nearly midnight, when Carly would usually pause her searching for the night and fall into an exhausted sleep, she could not tear her eyes from the worn pages.
Glancing at the clock radio on her desk, Carly sighed. The earlier she slept now, the longer she would have to study the writing the next day, when she had time to sort through what it all meant, and had a head clear of fatigue and excitement.
Tucking the thick volume into the bottom drawer of her desk, she switched off the glowing beside lamp and tucked herself into bed, not bothering to change her clothes. With thoughts of mysterious rituals and hidden chambers, Carly fell into a restless sleep.
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