Chapter Twelve: The Face That Haunts Me
A/N: I think I may be sad. This is the last chapter I'm writing. Maybe I'll even miss the mangoes… Nope, probably not. The mangoes were starting to annoy me. I'm sure by now they're probably annoying the readers too.
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Unless, of course, you really like mangoes…?
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Author: Tesla Shoui
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Hannah typed furiously at the keyboard in front of her. Only two more sentences and she would be free. Free for the summer. Free to do as she pleased… kind of. Free. Satisfied with her completed entry, Hannah clicked send, pushed the dreaded keyboard as far away as possible, and sat back, waiting for her work to be graded.
Suddenly, the computer screen went black and she leaned in real close… there seemed to be a dot. A speck of dust or…
"Hello!" shouted Mark Lambrecht as his smiling face took over the screen.
"Aii!!" she yelped, as if in pain, and then toppled over the side of the rolly chair and into the floor.
Mark's booming laughter shook the foundation of her house, causing her mom, who was the only other person home, to come running.
"What's wrong?…" she asked, then followed the direction of Hannah's eyes…
"Never mind…?" she answered herself quizzically.
"Presto, Change-o, you didn't eat your mango!" he announced gleefully.
After which, the screen faded back into normalcy.
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"That was Mark Lambrecht from the Mole," Aunt Valerie stated.
Hannah just glared at the computer screen, the look of death on her face.
By now she was completely fed up with mangoes.
A/N: Like I said, everyone's tired of mangoes. Oo; Very tired. Very, very tired. Very, very, very tired… Okay, I guess you get the point.
Are you sad I'm done?
I bet you are.
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At least, you better be. twitch