I AM FED UP
YOU'RE NOT FOLLOWING ME
OR CRITICIZING MY WORK
AT ALL.
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG YOU MAKE ME SO MAD
PS--I'm crying my eyes out over the death of my favorite character so I may or may not feel like posting anything else after this
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CHAPTER 4
Around 9:00, Grace biked over to the Forde Inn. It was a nice inn, with only two
stories. But, when one lives in a place
with little visitors, a large inn is not needed. She felt quite self conscious, visiting
strangers. In fact, she didn’t even know
what she was doing, or why she was doing it.
What am I thinking? she thought to herself. I have no idea who these people are. I’ve got to go see them......no! Who are they?
I don’t understand what’s happening.
Something’s strange about them......
By the time Grace had walked up to the front desk, asked where the
strangers were staying, and walked up the stairs on the way to their room, her
mind was completely out of control. Lost
in thought, she didn’t notice the boy named Russell walking toward her until
they bumped into each other. “Ouch,” said
Russell. “Ouch,” said Grace. She backed up a few steps, her eyes on
Russell the whole time. Russell was
looking at her very strangely. He looked
startled, but she supposed that was normal.
But he also looked......scared!
Like she was a monster! Grace
backed up a few more steps, and then turned around. She ran all the way to her
shop, up the stairs and into her room. She flopped onto her bed.
Grace replayed Russell’s look over and over in her mind. She couldn’t help thinking Russell had known
she was a werewolf. She decided she
would not visit the strangers.
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Meanwhile, at the Forde Inn, Russell was talking to his parents. “Mom, she’s a werewolf. I am absolutely
sure.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t notice,” said Rob. “But I know she is,” said Russell. “Just let me ask her.”
“Okay,” said Rosie. “But if she
isn’t, it’s up to you to get yourself out of this pickle.”
“Thanks Mom!” Russell gave his
mom a squeeze and dashed downstairs. He
ran straight to Grace’s shop. When he
arrived, he threw open the door. The
bell jingled loudly.
Grace, who was still lying on her bed, tromped downstairs. She had just gotten to her desk when she
noticed Russell, standing at the door.
She sat, confused.
“Hi,” she said weakly. “Hey,”
said Russell.
“Why.....what......do you need something?” said Grace. She felt like she should ask Russell an
important question, yet didn’t know what it was.
“No, I....” Russell realized he was
in a pickle. “I am going to ask you
a question that will sound really
weird,” he said. Grace said
nothing. “AREYOUAWEREWOLF?!” he
blurted. Grace blushed crimson. “Why do you care?” she asked.
“You won’t understand if I tell you.”
said Russell. “Plus, I asked you
first. So, are you?”
Grace sighed. “Yes, I am a
werewolf, as far as I can tell. Now can
you leave me alone?”
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HAHAHAHAHA
A CLIFFHANGER FOR YOU LITTLE MEAN PEEPS
I FLAUNT MY POWER
OH YOU WAIT
YOU JUST WAIT
TILL I KILL SOMEONE
SOMEONE YOU LOVE
THEN
HAHAHAHAHA
THEN
I AM BURDENED WITH GLORIOUS SWAG
PEACE wait there is no peace until you follow me and provide input hm okay
WAR OUT
~~Zoë Wingfeather
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