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Chapter three of my awesomely awesome story: I aint just a GIRL

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Alyce. Author. Xxox

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CHAPTER THREE:

The beast

Before Scotty and I left for the tree house, Aunt Sherry pulled us aside and warned us about not making too much noise and all that crap.

'..Just be careful, we don't want to be too noisy now do we?'

Scotty and I shook our heads at rapid pace and took off out of the house, 'Ah!' Aunt Sherry quickly grabbed Scotty's shirt, 'maybe you should put a jacket on Scotty- oh! And then maybe do the dishes for me, Lisa'll wait for you'

Aunt Sherry smiled at me;

I smiled back and then rolled my eyes.

Sure, I will just wait while Scotty cleans the gunk out of plates and cups, and then be 10 minutes late to the tree house.

I walked off to help dry the dishes for Scotty.

It turns out that the tree house was in Timmy and Tommy's backyard, we had to enter through the front gate, and then go around the back of the house.

Their parents were out there, cleaning up a bit and entering the house.

They nodded their heads to us and smiled. I

returned the favour, and took a quick scan of their backyard.

They had a swing set, which was only a few feet away from the massive tree house.

On the other side of the fence was....the thing that growled at me before.

I'm sure I would find out tonight what it was, oh! And also the name of 'baseball guy.'

The lawn was cold from the night air, as Scotty and I climbed up into the tree house.

I could smell burning marshmallow, and smoke.

They might've been cooking s'mores.

Scotty's frown turned into a wide smile as soon as he stepped through the door to the tree house.

'Hey everyone!'

he shouted above the noise.

Once the noise didn't stop, I shook my head and laughed.

I was still standing beside the tree, I was waiting for Scotty to come back and help me up and into the house.

I heard some of the boys chorus with hello's and hi's.

'Sorry I'm late, my mum made me put on my jacket, then made me do the dishes'

I heard the boys snicker and laugh, I distinctly heard Bertram, 'Oh...your poor little mummy made you do the big bad dishes, awwww!'

I figured Scotty was incredibly annoyed.

'Hey, where's your sister?'

I coughed.

Ham, the idiot.

'Cousin!'

I yelled up to the tree house.

A few seconds later, I was met with three faces staring down at me from the tree house.

Squints, Ham and Scotty.

Scotty send me an apologetic look and reached down- grabbing my left hand securely. Ham noticed my problem and steadied himself for anything that might happen. It was kind of funny watching him be all serious, usually he's a walking perv.

They all smiled at me as I entered the tree house.

'Hey, wanna s'more?' I nodded at Ham, 'sure' Before I left them all to be with the others, I overheard Scotty questioning Ham about the s'mores.

I shrugged it off and unfolded my sleeping bag beside Kenny.

We chatted for a while, and I noticed Ham walking over to me, juggling a s'more from hand to hand.

'Here'

he shoved it into my hand before going to sit up on one of the stools.

'Okay, quiet you guys!'

Squints took a seat in front of all of us- his small body frame was sitting on a thin piece of wood, an enormous flashlight in his hand. I stayed quiet while the others chatted like mad men. 'Shh! Are you trying to wake it up?! It just went to bed!' Squints whispered angrily.

'What just went to bed?' Idiot Scotty. 'Shh!' the boys in the room threw their pillows angrily at Scotty, whose eyes were as wide as china plates.

'The beast..' they chorused.

The beast?

What were they on about... the thing that growled at me today?

No wonder it's called the beast.

'Oh yeah!'

Scotty came into realisation pretty loudly. Once again, the boys threw their pillows and put their finger to their lips. Scotty looked a little nervous, if I do say so myself. Squints was the last to put his finger on his lip, he got his flashlight ready- and flicked it on, sending shadows bouncing in and out of the crevasses in Squints face.

He looked...spooky.

'Now, quiet' he started. 'The legend of the beast...goes back a long time, before any of us could even pick up a baseball.

Back to a place called Myrtles acres'

I imagined the beginning of the story in my head- no one dared to make a move until Squints finished the ghastly tale.

'It all started about...Mm...20 years ago. When thieves kept stealing junk from Myrtles acres junkyard. So Mr Myrtle, the guy who owned the place... got this new pup from the dog pound. He fed him whole sides of beef, and turned the pup loose into the junkyard, and the pup was grateful. And so, in a few weeks- the pup grew into the beast! And he grew big! And he grew mean! So he could protect the junkyard, with only one thing on his mind! To kill anyone who broke in!' I gasped. I covered my mouthed and eyed the uneasy stares I was getting from around the room; I rolled my eyes and motioned for Squints to continue. He simply shrugged. 'And he did. And he liked it, a lot! The beast was the most perfect junkyard dog that ever lived, a true killing machine. But after a while, the cops started getting phone calls from people reporting all the missing thieves. The ones the beast had killed. It added up to about 120... 173 guys. It's true. They never found a single body, not one. Some people say they all got away, but we all know what really happened. The beast ate them. He ate them bone and all. The beast was too good at his guard dog job, so the police said he had to be retired. My grandpa, Squidman Palladoreous, was police chief back then. He ordered Mr. Myrtle to turn his backyard into a fortress, and chain up the beast, and put him under the house! Where he can never get out to eat children and stuff, and that's where he's been for 20 years, and that's where he'll be for the rest of his life. Because when Mr. Myrtle asked the cops how long he had to keep the beast chained up like a slave- he said until.... FOREVER'

Squints said 'forever' dramatically, making funny faces with his mouth and nose.

I would have laughed, but I figured they would have yelled at me for interrupting.

I looked back at Scotty, whose eyes were even wider than china plates.

'And so... the beast under that house, dreaming of the time when he can break the chain and get out. Dreaming of the time when he can chase and kill again.'

With one swift movement, Squints had placed the flashlight on his left, and Bertram turned to us, 'see guys? That's why you can't go over there... nobody ever has, nobody ever will'

Ham sighed quietly and finished off his last s'more, covering the marshmallow with the other graham cracker.

'One kid did... but nobody ever seen him again'

beside me I could hear a scoff, then Kenny's voice.

'That aint true!'

Ham whipped his head to face Kenny, 'yeah it is!' he slowly took a bite of his s'more. 'He got eaten.'

'Nuh-uh!' Scotty, who has remained still and silent for as long as possible broke out of his position and shook his head- putting the sleeping bag he had been clutching, to his right.

'No. None of that's true, you guys are just making this up to scare us!'

It was Squints turn to scoff, 'oh yeah?'

he hopped down off of the thin piece of wood he had been sitting on.

'Stick your head out that window, and look down.'

Scotty shrugged it off, and shook his head with a blank look, 'fine' he mumbled to himself.

Behind me, Squints had held of a toy gun- everyone taking cover beside him.

I thought it'd be wise to move as well, so I sat beside Yeah-yeah and waited for whatever was going to happen.

That was bad.

Scotty rubbed his neck uneasily; by the look on Ham's face- he could tell he should have been scared.

I felt bad for him, whatever was going to happen, obviously wasn't good.

Scotty peeked through the window, I looked up at Yeah yeah, and he was positioned on one knee.

He gulped at looked up at Squints- who trembled as he held the toy gun in his hands.

'Argh!'

Scotty jumped a mile as a twig snapped beneath the fence.

I didn't have enough courage to even move.

My arm was perched on top of a drum.

The drum supported my cast.

I gulped about 4 hundred million times in between the time of Scotty turning around to speak- and the time he looked out the window.

'He's down there'

Scotty's voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

'You bet he is' whispered Squints.

Ham, who was on the other side of the pack, started breathing heavily.

'Whatever goes over that fence. Stays there'

Squints adjusted his hold on the gun, looking menacingly at the window, 'it becomes property of the beast. Forever.'

When I woke up the next morning, a wave of heat met my body- and I was forced out of my sleeping bag.

I rolled up the sleeves of my jacket and gradually gave in to the level of warmth.

I stripped off my jacket and wrapped it around my waist, while I rolled up my sleeping bag.

I wiped the sweat off of my face, releasing the matted hair off of my forehead.

I peeked through one of the windows in the tree house; the boys were sitting around the dugout of the baseball diamond.

I waved to them through the window- receiving many responses.

It didn't seem like all of them were there maybe one or two missing.

Benny waved me over, I returned to my sleeping bag and bit my lip, how would I get down?

I ran back to the window and pointed at my arm and shrugged.

Benny was the only one that noticed and sent Scotty after me.

He ran out of one of the exits of the sandlot, and soon, after several minutes, I heard his whiny voice call up to me.

'Lisa?' I raised an eyebrow, and climbed down the ladder- letting Scotty help me down the last few steps.

'Hey Scotty- can I ask you something?'

Scotty nodded towards me, then smiled.

'Um, whats the name of that 'up-himself' kid that always wears that insane baseball uniform? the one that broke my arm?'

Scotty sighed, 'well, I think its Phillips... thats what they all said when he came to get Mr. Vincent'

I nodded.

Phillips? are you kidding me?

I don't know why, but that name was as funny as hell.

'Squints and Yeah yeah have gone to get a ball, and then you can watch us play more baseball' I sighed, 'is that all I will be doing this summer? Scotty, I want to spend time with you while I'm here- but seriously, watching you and your friends play baseball, while my arm is broken, is not my best idea for fun. It's great and all that you play baseball- but I can't and I don't like it that much. Maybe I will just go to the drugstore today, get a book or something when I'm around that area'

I said thanks for his help, and left Timmy and Tommy's back garden.

I left Scotty alone.

I went straight back to his house with my things, and met aunt Sherry in the hallway.

'Did you have fun?'

she asked.

'Yeah, it was okay... Aunt Sherry? Do you mind if I go walk around town for a bit?'

Aunt Sherry sighed, and then started biting her bottom lip.

She does that a lot.

'Fine, just make sure you're back by sundown- and if your arm starts to hurt come straight back.'