Aila quietly left her bike in the garage and climbed up the tree next to her window. She slid over the sill and tried not to make too much noise as she landed with a thump on the rug. Her knapsack was abandoned on the bed as she tiptoed over to her desk and rummaged around in the junk that was dumped on top of it.
"I swear I put it here..." she muttered, swiping at a Maths text, which fell to the floor with a thud. Aila winced, and grabbed the little red book that the offending text had uncovered.
"Hey punk, is that you?" Her brother called up the stairs. He must have heard the thud.
"No, it's the faeries," she muttered darkly, flipping through the pages. Her time was running out. She could hear John coming up the staircase. Where were the words? Aila threw the book onto her bed in frustration and almost leapt out of the window. She shimmied down the tree and hid in the bushes at the bottom.
"I wish the goblins would take him away right now," the girl growled. A cold breeze crept over her, and she cursed, balling her hands and curling them into her stomach. Darn winter. But wait... wasn't it spring? Aila shook her head and waited awhile more, then cautiously climbed back up the tree and peered over the windowsill. No John. She slipped inside and turned to shut the curtains, but froze. Her blood ran cold, and her hands started to shake like they always did when strong emotions threatened her. This strong feeling was shock. Because, leaning casually against the window frame, was...
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Dum dum dum... *music plays*. Well? Did you like it? *throws shoe at stereo, and music shuts up*. If you did, REVIEW!
And by the way, this is an interlude. Bigger chapter comes next. But only if you review!!
Sweet Sunshine
Seul Loup
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"I swear I put it here..." she muttered, swiping at a Maths text, which fell to the floor with a thud. Aila winced, and grabbed the little red book that the offending text had uncovered.
"Hey punk, is that you?" Her brother called up the stairs. He must have heard the thud.
"No, it's the faeries," she muttered darkly, flipping through the pages. Her time was running out. She could hear John coming up the staircase. Where were the words? Aila threw the book onto her bed in frustration and almost leapt out of the window. She shimmied down the tree and hid in the bushes at the bottom.
"I wish the goblins would take him away right now," the girl growled. A cold breeze crept over her, and she cursed, balling her hands and curling them into her stomach. Darn winter. But wait... wasn't it spring? Aila shook her head and waited awhile more, then cautiously climbed back up the tree and peered over the windowsill. No John. She slipped inside and turned to shut the curtains, but froze. Her blood ran cold, and her hands started to shake like they always did when strong emotions threatened her. This strong feeling was shock. Because, leaning casually against the window frame, was...
*~*~*~*
Dum dum dum... *music plays*. Well? Did you like it? *throws shoe at stereo, and music shuts up*. If you did, REVIEW!
And by the way, this is an interlude. Bigger chapter comes next. But only if you review!!
Sweet Sunshine
Seul Loup
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* Fancy yourself as a writer? *
* *
* Want to win prizes for your stories and poems? *
* *
* Corey's Place - this is for you *
* *
* http://feanorbirmans.ozefamily.com.au/coreys_place/ *
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