Prologue
It's the first day of Eighth Grade. That whole phrase pretty much spelled "disaster" before my eyes. And I seriously did not want to get caught up with that. Last year's disaster's were enough to last me a lifetime. I mean most of them were so unbelievable that if I told you about them you'd probably think I'm lying. Not that I'm not used to people being like that. I'd probably think I'm lying too. I mean there was the…
Hotel Thief (And my brilliant idea of waving AT HIM.)
The Skeleton Man,
The Sisters of Mercy (Although I have to admit something good came out of that one. Holly!)
Elyssa the runaway elf and that stupid dog.
The fiasco with the Moustache Mary and her love-sick pig.
Gang trouble
Art troubles
A crazy cat lady and dead cats all over town
And last but not the least dealing with eminent domain, dead spirit birds, and a dead man who is actually a woman.
Man that was one crazy year. Not to mention all the other things I did in the summer. Which I have to say was torture, no offense to Cassie, I mean Cricket, or anything. Chasing condors and getting attacked by ticks, centipedes, evil dead trees and other Wild Things wasn't exactly my ideal way of spending the summer. Not to mention scaring a guy to death and stealing a couple of body parts, like oh I don't know an eye and a leg, and having some illegal Cold Hard Cash. Definitely not the way I pictured it to be.
So now I made myself a pact, promise, oath, or whatever you want to call it.
Stay away from trouble.
No matter how much trouble keeps following me, or how persistent it can be,
I'll just turn and walk away from it and forget that it even exists.
Talk about easier said than done.