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From: Critic (Guest)

- Critic:Like I said to that girl who wrote the 6th keeper thing worst peace of writing ever its stupid

Dear Critic,

First of all, it's PIECE. If you are to insult me, do it correctly.

Second, don't insult Savanna. She is nice and a good writer with good ideas for plots.

Third, I understand that I am not the best writer, but I enjoy doing it. So I will continue.

Love,

Abby.

Willa POV

"Everyone, let's go!" Philby said, helping Maybeck stand up. I took Jess's hand and started to run. Wind pushed me from the back and I face-planted into the snow.

"GAH! UGH!" I sat up, spitting snow and wiping ice off my face.

"Are you okay, Wills?" Philby asked, looking at me worriedly. My heart leaped. Wills.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I tried to stand up, but another gust of wind pushed me down. Maybeck's leg twisted and he fell, sending Philby toppling with him. Amanda was helping Jess up and Charlene and Finn were running to Maybeck.

I stood up and took a step, not realizing how deep the snow was. My foot sunk down, the snow going up to my knee.

"Woah!" I yanked my foot out and fell onto my back. Philby grabbed my hand and helped me up. I wobbled and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep my balance, not really realizing what I was doing. My eyes met his and we stood there, blushing and staring. He leaned in a little bit, and my stomach churned. I moved onto my tippy-toes and craned my neck, ready let my lips meet his.

"Guys? Hello, STORM! NO TIME FOR MAKING OUT!" Maybeck yelled.

"GAH!" Philby and I parted, toppling to the ground.

"Maybeck!" Charlene scolded, hitting him on the bare chest.

"Hey, it's the truth!" he shrugged.

"You ruined the moment!" she hissed, and they started arguing. As usual. I blushed and turned away from Philby.

"GUYS!" Jess pointed. I turned, but was hit by a wave of cold. That's when I realized...I couldn't see anyone.

"WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!" I yelled. No answer. Of course, it could just be the loud wind over their voices.

"GUYS! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" I yelled, trying to get my voice over the wind.

A tiny voice answered. "Willa?"

"MAYBECK?!"

"Can you speak up, you are really quiet."

"I'M SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS! YOU ARE BEING THE QUIET ONE!"

"Are you kidding? My throat already hurts!"

"MAYBECK, KEEP TALKING!" another voice came in, closer to me.

"PHIL, IS THAT YOU?!" I asked. I felt something grab my shoulder, and I screamed.

"Relax, it's just me," he whispered, his lips inches away from my ear. Chills went down my spine, and I'm sure its not from the storm.

"Oh. Hi, Philby."

"Hey. HEY MAYBECK! KEEP TALKING!" he yelled.

"What should I say?!" his tiny voice asked.

"ANYTHING! JUST KEEP TALKING!"

"Anything? Shit, SWEET! Uh...let's see... Philby, if we ever get out of this, you are going to buy me a new shirt, kay? This one's all bloody. And I am so fucking cold. My leg hurts like hell, I can't even stand up! How are we ever going to get out of here? Did you know 1+1 equals window? My favorite animal would probably be a tiger. They are so fucking awesome!"

I felt Philby lead me around, and I realized he was following Maybeck's voice.

"Color? Probably green. Or maybe blue. I don't know. Did you know Chernabog and Mali are having problems? She told me this in Abby's story, Maydorkiness. Isn't it so cool that I get my own story? You are SO jealous! It just means I'm better than you!"

I didn't have the heart to tell him the next book in that series was about Philby.

"But apparently they are getting counseling. Personally, I think Jafar managed to cast a spell on them to get them to fight. Cause he's jealous. He is too clueless! Obviously Ursula is head-over-heels for him. But Jafar is too focus on Mali to see that. He will never be able to separate Chernabog and Mali, though, cause they are perfect together. and don't get me started on the Evil Queen and Cruella! Rumor has it they are going out. Who would have thought, huh? Wow, the OTs are like one huge soap opera!"

"Hello, Maybeck," Philby said calmly.

"Oh. Phil, your in front of me now. Hi. How's it going?" Maybeck stopped screaming.

"Good. Except for the fact I'm cold. Is all that OT stuff true?"

"Yeah!"

"Omigosh!"

"I know, right?! Someone should really make a soap opera out of that."

"That would make a good drama."

"I know! I would actually might watch that."

"I highly doubt that, Maydork. You don't seem like the 'soap opera' type."

"Guys! Can we please get to the problem at hand?!" I interjected.

"Whether Jafar should keep fighting for Mali or go for Ursula?" Philby asked.

"NO! We are in a STORM! In ANTARCTICA!"

"Ohhhhhh, right!" Maybeck nodded. I rolled my eyes.

"Shouldn't we find the rest?"

"Oh, yeah!" the boys said. I groaned.

"You guys are hopeless!"