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Ok, now it's Virgil's turn. I've finished writing the story out; you'll have to wait while I type it. But can anyone think of something Gordon and Alan may have done, good or bad, or whatever, cause I'm drawing a blank and its not good. Anyway. Enjoy.
Chapter 3
Scott finally gave up his search of the Garden. He had told his father what he and Virgil had said that time when John had gone missing, he had felt so guilty about it. About as guilty as he did now. He should have gone to that Science fair. His father was right; it was one too many times that they had missed John's things.
He sighed. "Virge, he's not here. Alan, come on, we'll go search the street."
Alan nodded and followed him out the front to the street.
"We'll head down towards the middle of town." Virgil called after him.
"Ok! Call me if you find anything!" Scott called back.
Virgil nodded, grabbed Gordon's arm and pulled him along with him.
"Virgil." Gordon said finally. "Is John ok? Why did he run away?"
"I don't know." Virgil sighed. "Dad and Scott think it's because nobody went to his Science fair."
"But we never go to them!" Gordon cried. "He's never done this before!"
Virgil stopped and turned to Gordon. "Gordo, think about it for a second. How would you feel if nobody turned up to watch your swim meets?" he asked.
Gordon's face fell. "I wouldn't like it. But all John had to do was tell us to go and we would have. Why didn't he do that?"
He had a good point Virgil noted with a sigh. "John's not like that, he'd never make us go anywhere, you know that Gordon. But we always expect him to be at ours don't we? Maybe we shouldn't take him for granted so much." Virgil started walking again, now that he thought about it, he had taken his little brother for granted a lot.
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"Johnny!" Virgil called, poking his head into John's room with a smile. John, sitting at his desk doing some last minute homework for school, looked up, and his face fell.
"What is it Virgil?" he asked.
"I need you to watch the squirts tonight."
"But it's Sunday Virgil! You're not supposed to go out-dad won't like it!" John warned.
"I'll be back before he is. Oh come on John, I have to meet some friends from school. I'll be back by ten I promise."
John sighed. "Ok, fine." He shoved the pages he had been working on into his file block and lifted it and his English book off the table. "Where are they?" he asked.
Virgil grinned. "Thanks Johnny boy. They're in the living room watching some film, they should be ok, just make sure they don't ruin the house." He ruffled John's hair as he passed him. "Oh, and if dad does get home before me tell him I'm studying, ok?"
John nodded, watching Virgil slip into his room, hearing the lock snap shut. He sighed and went downstairs to watch Gordon and Alan. Virgil slipped out his bedroom window and went to meet his friends.
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When he got home at about half ten he snuck back in his window. His dad wasn't home yet, so he was safe. He grinned and unlocked his door. He could hear Gordon and Alan running riot downstairs. He groaned, if the place was a mess he'd get the blame because he was supposed to be watching them.
He went quickly downstairs to find the squirts jumping on the sofas. "Gordon! Alan! Stop it now! Get off the sofa!" he yelled.
Gordon and Alan stopped bouncing, looked at each other, smiled and raced away upstairs to their room, laughing.
"Hey John, you were supposed to be watching them." Virgil complained.
John came out of the kitchen carrying a semidry file bock, the ink of his English essay running onto the blank pages. "I was cleaning the kitchen Virgil. They blocked the sink and let the water run."
"Did you clean it?" Virgil asked.
John nodded, holding the file block carefully. "It's clean, don't worry. Dad'll never know."
"Great, thanks John." Virgil smiled, settling himself on the sofa and switching over the TV. "You wanna watch with me?" he asked, gesturing to the screen.
John shook his head. "No, I've got to do this essay for tomorrow."
"Sure, ok." Virgil said, turning his attention to the screen.
John carried his file block and his novel upstairs to his room, and spent the rest of the night salvaging his English essay.
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There you are. Do you like? I hope you do. I don't know where that came from, and its short. The next ones longer, I promise.
