All Chapters of Death Among the Dandelions : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The whole incident made Alice feel rather guilty. She felt guilty that she had destroyed such a wonderful to end to both of their days by asking a personal question. She felt guilty that she had upset Emilia by being overly curious. She felt guilty about taking advantage of Emilia's 'secret for a story' scheme. When she hopped onto the bus for school on a breezy Monday

Life in England had never taken such a dark turn. She no longer woke up each morning with a spring in her step and smile on her face. She woke up, practically dragging her feet behind her dreading the day ahead. Alice preferred Tuesdays and Thursdays- the days that she did not have the gardening club on. On those days, she would spend all of her time with the other members, exchanging jokes and compliments to ease away one another's pain. Alice had no idea what she would've done if they weren't there for her. 

Half-term passed by in a blur. Before Alice knew it, she was due to go back to West Bridge to complete the term. On Monday morning, her body didn't seem to want to wake up at all. She nearly missed the bus by an inch. When she saw Lauren, they embraced like long-lost friends and pulled each other straight into a hug. As Alice rested her chin on Lauren's shoulder, she r

Alice's face registered shock and dismay once she realized that Libby had runoff. She was an inch away from learning about what was bothering her, an inch away from finding out how to fix everything. She turned to look at Lauren, giving her a frustrated look."Lauren!" She huffed, "I was about to figure out what was bothering Libby!"Lauren didn't look concerned at all. She blinked lazily up at Alice, unfazed by her expression.

When Alice arrived home, her head was in such a whirl. It was almost heaving from the amount of information it had received in one day. Not just from the ordinary lessons. But also from Juliet's shocking story about Courtney. Her head was in such a spin that she ended up tripping over a table leg and ripping her school skirt. Cursing, she crawled to her knees and examined the damage. Her eyes rubbernecked over the skirt and decided that the tear was too much to mend. The skirt had a large gash, slashed through the centre. There was no way that she could go about her day with that unnoticed.