p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongI make the twins, their friends, Bill, and Pacifica all 17, the teenagers 20, Gideon 14, Soos 27, and the rest of the citizens whatever./strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongChapter 1:Dreams and Help/strong/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emstrongPacifica's P.O.V./strong/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"I wake up in my bed, drenched in sweat. Dang it! That's the fourth time this week! I'm always being chased by something, and then I run into Him. By then, I KNOW I'm in trouble. He looks into my eyes, my baby blue eyes focusing on his golden yellow eyes. He slowly takes my hand, gripes it, and that is always the time when I wake up. Gosh, I need help. But who would provide it? I mean, come on, everyone either hates me or is afraid of me. This is a total mystery. Who can help solve mysteries? Hmm…WAIT, NO! I CAN NOT go to, to, to THEM for help! That would seriously ruin my rep! Not to mention they're total neanderthals. But… they did recover Stan's missing wax head and proved Gideon as a fraud. AND I definitely DO NOT want to keep having these creepy dreams! I sigh. emThey're my only hope/em, I think to myself./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"''Well, I better go find a cute skateboarding outfit!'' I say out loud./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Not knowing while I was going off to change that there was a dark figure lurking nearby, watching my every move./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongChapter 1:Dreams and Help/strong/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emstrongPacifica's P.O.V./strong/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"I wake up in my bed, drenched in sweat. Dang it! That's the fourth time this week! I'm always being chased by something, and then I run into Him. By then, I KNOW I'm in trouble. He looks into my eyes, my baby blue eyes focusing on his golden yellow eyes. He slowly takes my hand, gripes it, and that is always the time when I wake up. Gosh, I need help. But who would provide it? I mean, come on, everyone either hates me or is afraid of me. This is a total mystery. Who can help solve mysteries? Hmm…WAIT, NO! I CAN NOT go to, to, to THEM for help! That would seriously ruin my rep! Not to mention they're total neanderthals. But… they did recover Stan's missing wax head and proved Gideon as a fraud. AND I definitely DO NOT want to keep having these creepy dreams! I sigh. emThey're my only hope/em, I think to myself./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"''Well, I better go find a cute skateboarding outfit!'' I say out loud./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Not knowing while I was going off to change that there was a dark figure lurking nearby, watching my every move./p