Celwriter: me again I might just finish this one before the other, but maybe not, still figuring out the end of the plot-to-be, but hey, JOHNNY IS SOOOO CUTE, and funny and has great long hair and pretty eyes and a jaw that looks so weird after he screeches like a banshee and has to flex it and and and and...uh...here's the next chapter
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Chapter 2
Cel stood in front of the cabin, waiting nervously. She did not know what he'd say or if he would believe her, but if he didn't she had the letter. Cel knocked again. She set her suitcase down as it was beginning to weigh on her arm and she did not know how long it would take him to answer the door. Cel wondered if he was busy, the people in the store had mentioned her maybe seeing a John Shooter, but she guessed that they were joking as they laughed afterward. Other than that laugh, those that Cel had asked about how to find this cabin were very uneasy.
Cel had walked all the way from town to this cabin as no taxi would come near it. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Cel knocked again then looked around. It was an average surrounded by woods. A winding path led down to a lake where birds sang songs of summer. The cabin looked pleasant with a small wood shed or garage on the right side. It appeared to be well kept and a black SUV was parked in front of it. Indeed the house resembled an usual vacation home except for a garden of corn that grew on its left-hand side.
This home so intrigued her that she would have taken a closer look except that she remembered what she was there for. She knew that she needed to concentrate on the task on hand. Cel knocked again, but knew that no one would respond any time soon. She decided to yell.
"Hello? Anyone home? Mort Rainy?" Cel called. She heard footsteps coming down stairs and a man mumbling several curses. Cel shook in her white sneakers as her golden-brown hair waved in the wind. She stuffed her hands into her kaki shorts just to make sure that the letter was still there, then straightened her yellow button-down blouse and her plaid yellow bandanna.
Cel turned to see the curtains of a front window swish and then turned back. She heard the 'click' of a bolt being unlocked. The door creaked open to a well-lit living room.
* * * celwriter: yes, I do like the name Cel, especially when it's short for Celeste, but no it is not my name. I ask you, how can one get the nick- name candie if her name is Celeste?