Chapter Seven
The next morning, Marcus climbed out of bed feeling rested. He did not know how that had happened. Katie had everyone fooled into thinking that she was this sweet, girl who would never do anything bad.
Yeah, right...
He knew better.
He entered the kitchen and put a pot of tea. He would have preferred coffee, but he had given it up. He decided that he like the stuff to much.
While his tea was boiling, he began to sort through the mail. It was bills, bills, and more bills, and a letter from his father. He tossed the letter aside; it was nothing to important. If it were, then his father would have come and got him. The bills, ah, he really should pay those. He rather enjoyed having running water in the house.
He was just about to open the first bill, when something in the fireplace caught his eye. He shook his head and stared. Why was Holder's face in his fireplace?
"Come to the pitch, boy!" Holder snapped.
Marcus dropped his bill on the table and went over to the fireplace. "What?"
Holder sighed. "GET YOURSELF TO THE PITCH!"
"Why?"
"JUST DO IT, BOY!"
And Holder disappeared.
Marcus knew that he had no choice, but to go to the pitch.
The next chapter will probably be the last one.