After school let out, Blaze and Jack went to Wysteria's house. Her parents were very kind and quiet people, but they seemed a little suspicious of them. Wysteria said not to worry, and explained that they were just a little overprotective of her, and that they just needed to get used to them.

The three of them began to study in the upper level of her family's garage, which was very well-finished. It had an L-shaped desk in the left-hand corner of the room with a microphone, small speaker, fan, and a touchscreen laptop computer sitting on one half, and a bunch of drawing and craft supplies on the other half, all stored in bins, next to an ancient, yellowing-out cord and receiver phone. On the wall above, there was a shelving system with what looked to be stacks of finished journals in it. They dated from 2028 to that year - 2032. Next to the shelves, there was a corkboard with nonsensical notes with odd symbols and drawings on them. There were some pictures too.

"Cool room," Blaze complimented, "So... Do you get this all to yourself?"

"Mostly," Wysteria confirmed, then shrugged, "The perks of being an only child."

Her eyebrows raised, "Wow."

Jack walked over to the desk, "What's the microphone for?"

"I have a Podcast where I tell true scary stories about close encounters with criminals and aliens, and also about survival against impossible odds," She explained, "And some Twilight Zone-type stories that I wrote myself beforehand, in case if I'm unable to find anything interesting on my go-to websites," She continued, "I also like listening and talking to people by means of a Ham radio."

"Oh," Jack commented, then he asked, "What's the Twilight Zone?"

"Yeah," Blaze wanted to know too.

Wysteria stared at them blankly in disappointment, "You don't know what the Twilight Zone is..."

They shook their heads, "No."

"It's an old television show from the fifties and sixties - Oh, right..." She realized, "You're not much into vintage, are you?"

"Not really," Blaze said kindly.

"Well," She continued, "It's basically like the old, original version of creepypasta, but televised - Less edgy, of course, and more about strange occurrences than psychopaths. It's more along the lines of 2001 a Space Odyssey, feel-wise. But I do believe that's where the new stuff like Creepypasta, and especially Local58 stems from - It's based on shows like the Twilight Zone and the Outer Limits."

"Huh," Jack said, not understanding where half of the references she made came from, "Interesting."

She recommended it to them, "You should watch it, it's a good show."

Wysteria pulled out two bean bags and a bungee chair out from underneath one half of her desk, and dropped them out in the open space in the floor. Being the tallest one there, she took the bungee chair, and stretched her disproportionately long legs out in front of her until her knees cracked, and she brought them back, crossing them at the ankles. She then slowly twisted at the waist, and reached with her right arm, and grabbed her binder to use it as a portable desk in her lap.

Blaze and Jack each took a bean bag, and dragged them to where they wanted them, and sat down with their composition notebooks and folders for the class. They retrieved their study guides.

"We should probably put our phones out in the middle of the floor in a circle now," Jack prompted.

Wysteria nodded, "Right..." She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and put it down on the floor, facing Blaze.

Jack and Blaze did the same, and all of their phones were facing the middle.

When Blaze straightened herself, she noticed some pictures on the corkboard. One was of an about ten year-old Wysteria sitting on a park bench with two African-American girls who looked like sisters - One was her age, and the other was probably about five or six years old. Wysteria sat in the middle with her arms around their shoulders, all of them with warm smiles on their faces - An odd expression for her to have, even at that age.

The second was a very recent photo booth print-out with four pictures of a very petite girl with extremely light, reddish-blonde hair making silly faces into the camera with a slightly-smiling Wysteria next to her. In one picture, Wysteria had her head cocked off to one side with a blank but happy-looking expression on her face, and the other girl had one barely-visible eyebrow raised, and her hand in the configuration of the Vulcan salute. It had a decorative border with flowers on it, with the words: "South Eastern High School, 2031."

The third was a digitally-drawn, black and white, straight-on portrait of a man that looked to be around 40 years old, next to another drawing of the same man, but standing at full height, unposed with a bunch of dimensions, checkboxes, and notes next to him; it looked like a character design... Or a mugshot. She didn't quite know why, but he looked awfully familiar to her, despite the fact she knew she had never seen him ever in her life. It's more like he looked related to someone she knew that she hasn't seen in awhile...

The fourth was of her and her father standing next to each other, side-hugging, each with a cinder block in the hands of their outside arms which were held up and out to the sides. They were standing in front of what looked to be the frame of the garage they were sitting in.

"So..." Blaze began to ask, "Did you and your parents build this garage?"

"All of it," She replied a little shortly, as if she had been asked that many times in the past.

Blaze shook her head in amazement, "Wait... Just the three of you?"

"Well," She responded with her dry sense of humor, doing a brief voice impression of her cockatoo, "If you count Korah screaming from the back porch 'DON'T FALL. TRUSS FALL' every time one of us got on the ladder, that would make four..."

Blaze giggled at her imitation.

Jack exclaimed "How!? This is a two-story house-"

"So?" She said calmly.

"But, the trusses..." Jack was puzzled, "How did you get them up without a crane?"

"Ropes, pulleys, and a truck," She answered.

"Wow," Blaze responded then asked, "So, are you going to go into building when you graduate?"

She considered it, "My dad did most of the work, not me. But, I do know a fair amount about the processes of building a house. So, it's a distinct possibility," She admitted, writing on a piece of paper, barely smiling, "However, I prefer working with children over working with screws, planks, and cinder blocks... Now," She broke her own train of thought, "Let's get to work, shall we?"

Blaze looked down at her study guide, "So, I'm having trouble on eleven... 'Why didn't they have any hymn books at Calpurnia's church?'"

"They had no money for it," She answered while doing her own English homework, finishing up her rough draft of an informational essay on the ill-effects of vaping, "and most of them couldn't read anyways."

"Thanks," She said, jotting down what she said on a separate loose-leaf paper for answers.

Jack erased his answer for that, and wrote what Wysteria said in its place.

He flipped through, and then asked, "What sickness did Mrs. Dubose have?"

"Um..." Blaze replied, finding the answer, "It was morphine addiction."

He wrote it down, and nodded once.

"Oh," He noticed another hole in his information, "And who was the rude person at the church?"

"Lula," Wysteria answered quickly.

"Thanks," He replied.

"You're welcome," She replied quietly, concentrating.

After that, Blaze and Jack decided to quiz each other to leave Wysteria alone for awhile so she could finish.

Twenty minutes passed...

"So, who was waiting for the children when they came home?" Jack asked.

Blaze thought, and replied, "Aunt Alexandra."

"Yep."

He continued, "What was Jem's-"

Buzz buzz

Blaze's phone notified her.

Wysteria looked up from her work, and down at the phone.

Blaze picked it up, and Jack leaned over her shoulder to see.

"And," She opened the notification, "It's another email."

She showed it to everyone. It read as follows:

Allison Beattie: lol did u her about how june was put into an insane asilum when she was little. her and wisteria are psycho!

Allison Beattie: theyre both bullys too

Tyler Maddison: are you trying to be annoying, or is this just your normal self?

Anushka Patel: no. Wysty's nice to everyone.

Allison Beattie: lol no she hacks people

"I think its safe to say that it's Harley doing this," Jack commented.

She took the phone from Blaze, "Do you mind if I borrow this and send a message?"

"Sure," Blaze shrugged.

"Let's test some reactions..." Wysteria revved up, smirking.

She typed in under Blaze's account, and added to the conversation:

Blaze Johnson: and what's your proof?

Allison Beattie: she told Harley she did and told me

Blaze Johnson: and how do you know what Harley was told. You hate her and she moved.

Allison Beattie: its a small school

Blaze Johnson: Not really. There's 200 in our grade level alone.

Allison Beattie: well it doenst matter i have really good hearing

Wysteria baited her, "Let's see how they respond to this..."

Blaze Johnson: and I have a photographic memory, so what.

Allison Beattie: i have that too

"Identifier number one," Wysteria said, "Claiming to be something she's not."

Blaze Johnson: With grammar and spelling like that, you obviously don't.

Anushka Patel: You go girl!

Allison Beattie: your just jealus of me

Blaze Johnson: of somebody who got herself beat by June up for picking on her stick figure of a twin sister, somebody she hates? Not at all.

Allison Beattie: shes ugly but that shes way more prettier than june

Blaze Johnson: At least June's smarter than her.

Allison Beattie: ok honey blieve what u want

"Identifiers number two and three," Wysteria counted, "Believes herself to be superior to June, and refers to people by pet names."

Allison Beattie: and i didnt get beat up

Allison Beattie: i won because im more stronger

"And so the squirrel chatters," Wysteria put the phone down on the floor in front of Blaze with a satisfied and relieved expression on her face.