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Chapter 4

Still in the car, somewhere in NJ

"Are we there yet?" I asked for the hundredth time.

"NO for crying out loud I will tell you when we are there. Read a book or something." Breewee said angrily while trying to focus on the road.

Something bronze came running out of nowhere. I would have thought the hydra, but this was way smaller. Also, it wasn't the exact same color as the hydra, it was lighter. It stopped right outside the car with its arm out, like a hitchhiker. Breewee pulled over.

"Where ya headed?" she called out fearlessly.

"Long Island, can you take me there?" it said in a distinctly male voice.

"Well, get in, that's where we're going."

"Thank you so much. My name's Grover Underwood."

"I'm Bree, and this is Lottie."

I kicked her.

The Grover dude kinda smelled weird. I guess if you were hitchhiking, you would smell weird too. I turned around in my seat to face him.

"Who are you? I know you're not human." I said in a low voice so Breewee wouldn't hear.

"You're not human either."

"Stop trying to confuse me! Are you a monster?"

He made a weird nervous laughing noise, kinda like a bleating goat. I just ignored it.

"Dude what is your problem? Are you diseased?"

"No."

"Answer me! Are you a monster?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

I lashed out, and caught him across the face. It felt like he had a little beard. Eww!

"Lottie! Don't slap people!"

"Breewee, he's not human. I think he's a monster. And he's not very nice.

"WHAT?!" she said, pulling over. "Both of you. Get out of the car."

As Grover got out of the car, he stopped, and I think his foot caught on the door. I heard something fall, and Breewee gasp.

"What?" I said stupidly.

"Oh my gosh, Lottie, he's a satyr!

I toppled back in a dead faint.