Note from the author: I'm so sorry for not updating. This story was updated 3 months ago... This will not happen again or at least not anytime soon. I am currently on summer vacation so I have more time for writing. I split the special chapter once again and this chapter is the last of Liesey's portion. Chelsea is next chapter. The good news is that I am half way done with the next chapter and it should be up within a few days. I have also come up with a rough update schedule for July. I've posted the dates on the bottom of the chapter.

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Liesey's POV

First Chelsea fainted in a Volcano and now Cally was sick. Not a great combination. Yesterday Cally was pale as a ghost wandering around town to do the farm work. She kept coughing. Nina and I advised her to relax, but she refused to listen. Chelsea passed out the day before so Cally opted to do everything by herself. Today Cally had to stay in bed, or her sleeping bag. Poor Chelsea was still recovering and had to do all the farm labor. Fortunately Chelsea knew not to push herself too hard. She visited us this morning and told us Cally was sick. Nina had to work, but I had the afternoon off, so I went to visit.

On my way over I spotted Chelsea chatting with Julia through the animal shop window. I walked to the farm. To my surprise as I was about to knock, the door opened. The silver haired cowboy that snapped at Nina when we first got here stepped out. I shifted to my side quickly to let him through. He tipped his hat and walked off. I wandered in through doorway and saw Cally with a bowl of soup. Her eyes were staring into the soup, unaware that I was present.

"You know food should be eaten. Or you could keep staring at it," I said. She looked up. Her light blue hair was messy and she was still pale.

"Oh hey Liesey," she responded. Her voice sounded coarse.

"I was checking up on you. Chelsea told us you were sick. Did you make soup?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No. Vaughn dropped it off," she replied. I must have gave her a funny look because she quickly clarified, "Mirabelle made it. He was just the delivery boy. Achoo!"

"Bless you," I said, taking a step back. "Sorry, but I don't want to get sick."

"Not a problem," she replied. She finally brought the soup bowl to her mouth. "It's really good."

"It does look good," I said. "Cally, can I ask you something?" She nodded, taking another sip of soup. "Why are you trying so hard? I mean the other day Nina had a point about you always wanting to be in one of your video games. Now that the opportunity presents itself, you seem so eager to get out of the game. You don't seem to be enjoying all this world has to offer."

She looked back to her soup bowl. "It's because I don't know how long we are going to be here. You and Nina got dragged here because of me. I figured the faster I can complete this game the sooner we can get home. We have families and school. Achoo! Not that I actually would mind never going to school again. I know time is passing there much slower, but imagine turning seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, even twenty twice. I just can't afford to let you guys be here forever. Achoo! If it was just me then I could try to adapt, but I would still miss home."

"So you're homesick?"

"Not really. It's more of me being paranoid that one of you two will be."

"You shouldn't worry about us."

"But I feel responsible. It's my fault we are here in the first place."

"It's not your fault. Did you convince your friend to go to the beach? Weren't you the one that advised against going to that random cave? Even if you were the expert, Nina and I set the stage to be zapped into this world. Besides, we like it here. Maybe we don't like the idea of being here forever, but it's not like it's impossible to go home. And isn't more birthdays a good thing. More presents!"

"I suppose."

"Please don't worry about us and relax a little."

"But…"

"Oh and why don't you have a bed yet?"

"You and Vaughn. Ugh. I've decided against getting one. It's expensive. I rather save up for a barn and other stuff. Why waste money on a bed when a sleeping bag works?"

"I thought you hated sleeping on a floor."

"I do, but I rather save up for a barn. Achoo!"

"So you got sick from fishing in the rain?"

"Yeah. I might have fallen into the water too."

"You left that part out when you told Chelsea," I noted.

"I really don't want her to worry about me. She feels bad enough that Will found her passed out and she couldn't even get out of bed yesterday."

"I see."

"Liesey, can you do me a favor?" she asked, looking directly at me. Uh-oh. I don't like the sound of this.

"What is it?"

"You sure you don't want to say yes first?" she asked jokingly.

"I need to know what it is."

"Okay. Hear me out before you answer. I know you might say no, but it would really help me out," she started. She took a breath. "I need you to go to Mushroom Island."

"No."

"Please?"

"Sure, I'll just go and get held hostage again. Maybe I'll be lucky enough this time to get eaten."

"You know those mushrooms we harvest add to our profits. I'm too sick to go and I don't want Chelsea to overdo it. Please?" she begged. After no reaction from me, she continued to speak. "I know you probably hate Shea, but you don't have to talk to him. He feels bad about what happened. It was a mistake. I would be mad too, but do it for me? I'll owe you one. In fact, I might stop taking away your book." Knowing Cally, that might was definitely never going to happen, but still…

"Beep you and your persuasive skills."

She smiled. "Thank you. I'll make it up to you." She started coughing.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"I should be," she muttered. Then she laughed. "You know, I didn't even think it was possible to get sick in this game."

"Well, I got to get going."

"Thanks again."

I waved and headed to the docks. I still did not know why I was doing this. I sighed.

"Good afternoon, Liesey," the boat guy greeted. Maybe I should learn the names of these islanders.

"Good afternoon. I would like to go to Mushroom Island please," I replied. He nodded and we were on our way.

Once we got to the island, the boat guy handed me a sunstone. It radiated a gentle heat aura that felt warm to the touch. Apparently the guy had found it by riding his boat back and forth. I thanked him as I scanned the island. No sign of him. I started foraging. There was a big cluster near the tent. I tiptoed over and swiftly picked them up. I kept my guard up the whole time. I searched the whole island and finally finished. My stomach grumbled, so I picked a spot next to a giant mushroom. I'm sure Cally won't mind if I eat just one mushroom. After all I am doing her a favor. I rummaged through all my mushrooms. A plump white one looked super yummy. I brought it up to my mouth, but it was snatched. Jungle boy stole my mushroom! Beep! He must have snuck up when I was picking which mushroom to eat. I was about to say something, but he spoke first.

"You can't eat this. It no good. White mushrooms poisonous," he stated. I paused. Wait…Poisonous! Calypso! Why is this instance the first I've heard of this? So that means he may have saved me.

"Understood. Thanks," I said, standing up. I wanted to just slip away as fast as I could. He handed me back the mushroom.

"I sorry for last time," he said. The grammar irked me.

"I am sorry," I corrected. I really could not help myself. Grammar is important. "And I forgive you," I added, not sure whether or not I was lying. It was clear he regretted falsely accusing me of theft, but I do not like being tied up.

"I am sorry," he repeated. "I am sorry my English not very good." Again with the grammar. Little things tended to bug me. Stray lines on paper, inconsistent coloration, objects out of place, and more. Cally calls it OCD, but it really isn't. I just like things to be in proper order.

"Is English not your native tongue?"

"Wada found Shea when young. He teach me English. He teach me everything. English good for talking to people."

"Oh."

"Liesey good with English yes?" he asked. I was about to say something sarcastic, but I was pretty sure he would not get it.

"Yeah. I consider myself good with English."

"Liesey help Shea?" he asked. What is it with people and asking me for help? I just want to read. I shrugged because I had no idea what else to do. He grinned, apparently taking it as a yes. I thought about that book I was reading. Wait. I have it with me! I grabbed it out of my rucksack. Dragon Slippers. It was a great story so far. The main character got a pair of slippers from one dragon and rescued by another. "What is that?" Shea asked, pointing to the book.

"A book," I replied. He looked at it curiously. "Do you not know what a book is?"

"I see book before. I no see it often," Shea responded.

"I would loan it to you, but it isn't mine."

"I no understand book."

"You can't read?" I asked in disbelief. He shook his head.

"I can read few words. I speak more," he replied. Now I feel sorry for this boy. He is unable to enjoy the awesomeness of books.

"I can read this one out loud," I blurted. Beep! Why did I say that?

"Shea happy. Liesey read out loud please."

I started from the beginning and just read. I had no idea what I was doing. First, I went against what I said I would do by helping Cally with another island issue and now I was reading a book out loud to the guy who previously held me hostage. Time flew by as I progressed through the story. Occasionally, I had to pause because Shea had to ask what a word meant or what something was. It started to get dark and I finally managed to leave. Somehow I promised to go back and finish the book with him.

Back on the farm, Nina was with Cally. Cally had more soup in her hand, but I think it was a different kind. Cally looked relieved when she saw me and I unloaded the mushrooms next to her, along with the Sunstone. Her face lit up when she spotted the glowing red rock.

"Any other poisonous objects I should look out for?" I asked. She facepalmed herself.

"I can't believe I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry. Um… I can't think straight, but I think you should be good for now." Cally replied.

"Huh?" Nina asked.

"White mushrooms are poisonous," I stated. Nina nodded.

"By the way, what took so long?" Cally asked. "I thought Nina had to go on a rescue mission."

"I was fine. I had my book," I explained, partially. I could spare them the details for now. Cally and Nina nodded, though I could see their curiosity. "I got to go tell Sabrina that I still need to keep this book, so I'll see you both later."

"See ya!" Nina replied. Cally waved. I headed to the mansion, stopping to pick up a pretty flower and a lucky rock. Or at least it looked lucky. My pocket became the rock's new home and I continued walking with the flower still in my hand. Entering the mansion, I saw Sabrina and Will talking.

"Why hello, my lady," Will greeted.

"Hello," I responded. My Lady? Does this guy always talk like this?

"Your flower is quite lovely, almost as lovely as a pretty maiden such as yourself," he said. I blinked, really confused. Is that flirting or is that just the way he is?

"Uh. You want it?" I offered, unsure what else to say.

"Thank you," he replied, gratefully accepting the flower. He really likes flowers…

"Sorry if I'm interrupting, but did you need a new book?" Sabrina said, saving me from more fanciful remarks from 'Prince Charming.'

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "I actually came to ask if I could keep it a little longer."

"Sure," Sabrina laughed. "You know Will, Liesey adores reading." He smiled.

"Liesey are you staying for a while?" he asked.

"I guess I can," I replied. We took a seat and had some of Sabrina's cookies. Two thumbs up for her delicious treats.

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July Update Estimates:

Next few days- Ch. 12

July 8 or 9- Ch. 13

July 22 or 23- Ch. 14