Chapter 7 – Inside the Lodge
Comments from the author: Here we go, the seventh chapter. I want to thank the reviewers of this story and the next two people who added this story as one of their favorite. Anyway, here's the seventh chapter…
The three of us entered the lodge. It was really warm… Trixie, Spud, and I spotted three chairs and sat down. Professor Rotwood started scolding some students.
"You no skateboarding in the lodge!" He yelled at one boy. "You two, separate!" Professor Rotwood said, yelling at a girl and a boy. He then got to us.
"You three! Feet off the coffee table! I don't-- whoa!" He was scolding us, but fell off the stairs.
After Professor Rotwood fell off the stairs, I started to describe them what had happened.
"And after she ran off, I found this." I continued, holding a ski pass. "Hold fast. Only people from our school have those." Trixie stated. "Exactly! The Huntsgirl is on the ski trip. She's one of us." I said.
"Whoa, Happy Valentines Day to Jake. Roses are red, violets are blue, your archenemy goes to school with you. Harsh!" Spud said.
Trixie was amazed at what I said. "Now all we got to do is set a trap." Spud said. I considered this, until I saw a dark figure. 'It's Huntsgirl!' I thought. "There she is!" I said, trampling her, or should I say, it.
It was a mannequin! Ha, how I got embarrassed that time. After the kids had stopped laughing at me, Trixie and Spud approached me. "Yo, I don't think attacking mannequins qualify as a trap." Trixie said.
"Yeah, I guess your right. It's not like the Huntsgirl would just be hanging out in the lodge." I agreed, getting up from the broken mannequin.
Suddenly, I heard a voice. "Hey, did I hear you right?" I asked Rose. She stammered, "Well, I, uh--" "I then interrupted her. "Are you going sleighing? Because I looove a good sleigh ride." I told her. "You see, there's something I want to tell you and--"
"Hey, Rose!" I heard Brad calling out. I groaned. 'Why does this keep happening?' I thought, frustrated. "I think you dropped something!" He said. "More roses for my Rose-a-licious!" Brad said, holding a big bouquet-like set of flowers. Brad dragged Rose with him. I heard her groan.
"Yo, that fool is going down!" I said. "Forget him. We've got bigger flapjacks to flip." Trixie said.