The Sisterhood of Night

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It was in an

atmosphere of furious

accusation and

hysterical rumor that

this story took place.

We were between fourteen

and sixteen years old.

We traveled in

bands of five or six.

We met in dark

and secret places.

We had taken a vow of silence.

One of us was silenced forever.

Most people remember the

media frenzy that erupted

in our town.

But few know the true secret

behind the Sisterhood of Night.

Listen carefully.

This is our story.

It all started with one girl's

decision to go offline.

Mary Warren was a

straight-C student

who was voted, "Most

Likely to Become Famous."

Emily Parris was an only child

with a blog that nobody read.

She often prayed for new

followers though most of

the time she felt

like a follower herself.

Next.

Why don't each of

you tell me what happened.

She ruined my audition!

Stinking pitch.

"Stinking pitch,

that the sea, mounting to the...

The welkin's ass cheek...

...to the welkin's

ass cheek..."

No! I mean

"the welkin's cheek".

Mr. Barry, can I start over?

Mary!? How would you like it if

someone messed up your audition?

Let's see what you can do.

"If by your art,

my dearest father you have

put the wild waters in

this roar, allay them.

She stole my phone.

Emily read

Mary's texts, posted them

on her blog and made Mary's

life one big humiliation.

Didn't you see what

Emily posted about Mary's mom?

Mrs. Warren's having an

affair with some guy at work.

Did you see Emily's blog?

It's like Fatal Attraction

except nobody's died yet!

Everyone move back.

She called me a "blog war"

in front of the whole school!

A blog what?

War!

Don't you mean "whore"?

The "w" is silent

It is...

Everyone was waiting

for Mary to retaliate online.

But on that night, Mary's

Facebook status read:

And she never logged in again.

Dear Diary. Or whatever

you're supposed to say.

I can't remember the last

time I wrote something that

wasn't on my computer.

I love the

solitude of the night.

And I want to

plunge into secrecy.

As in to black smoke.

To disappear

It was on this

night that Mary began to form

the idea of a sisterhood.

Catherine Huang and

Lavinia Hall were the first

two girls to be trusted

with the secret.

Last week...

What?

I had this really bad thought.

Bad as in badass

or bad/perverse?

Just bad.

Like I don't wanna

say it out loud.

We're offline.

You can tell us.

Or write it down.

That's what I do.

You really can't tell anyone.

I won't, I promise.

...You have to swear.

It's our secret

Cheers.

Are you kidding?

Are you kidding me?

Everybody,

that's the fire alarm.

Single file.

Everybody head for the exits.

Just leave your belongings and

head to the exits.

No pushing.

Oh my God!

Everything that

happens here stays between

the three of us.

You have my vow of silence.

You have my vow of silence.

You... have

my vow of silence.

Are you ready?

I wouldn't say the

Mary/Emily conflict was over

by the end of the year,

but they both moved

on to other things.

Mary with her photography and

Emily with her acting class

over the summer.

Principal Harvey didn't

think I needed to keep

meeting with them.

But no one could have predicted

what was going to happen...

Dear God, please

help me make some friends at

school this year.

Please send Mary Warren away.

Maybe she can get swine flu -

I mean not seriously.

Please help Mary see that

she should forgive me

because I was wrong

and I'm sorry,

and she should pick me

to be in The Sisterhood.

One or the other.

Catherine!

You're going to be late.

I made you a BLT, your favorite.

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