Me: Mmkay, before you read this, note that it is VERY SHORT! SO! AGONIZINGLY! SHORT!
Nudge: But, we have a kinda excuse. It'sonly the PROLOGUE!
Me: Anyways, I don't own 39C or MR, Rick Riordan owns it, kind of.
Nudge: Exceot fir the fact that he's not the only author...
Me: My brain hurts... Anyways James Patterson owns MR.
I woke up to the soft buzzing sound of an apartment refrigerator.
I got up and automatically checked my email.
There was one from Pizza Hut, telling me to join their club and get fifty percent off any size coke. Jeez, you eat there ONE TIME and they think you worship them!
I got one that said, Private Address. I looked at the subject and saw, To a miss Monique Phibbs. Very important, read immediately.
Gradually I picked up my jaw and put it back on my face.
Monique was my real name, nobody except DEAD people knew that.
I clicked on the message and read.
Dear Miss Phibbs,
I understand this may not be the best time, for I realize you are still mourning the loss of loved ones.
But it is of the utmost importance that you read this.
I know it is on short notice, but you must come to Boston, Massachusetts in a minimum of a week.
Go to the following address. 9010 Redwood Ave.
There you will meet a Mr. McIntyre who will explain everything.
Sincerely,
Grace Cahill
Uhh, okay…