HOMEPAGE LIBRARY

PLAYING WITH FIRE

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CHAPTER 11

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As we ascended on the elevator, I tugged on the bottom of my sweater, because it was itchy and I was nervous. When we reached the surface, I saw a small plane. (How did they get a plane into a forest?) 

It was sunny, but still pretty cold. There was lots of snow on the ground. Edith was talking to Luna, who was going to fly the plane. I caught something about heavy snow later tonight.

It was cold, so I lit a small flame in my hand. Alex and I stood in silence.

“You guys can go in the plane if you want,” said Rosie. “Were just loading stuff in.”

“Oh, okay.: I said. I shook my hand and the flame went out. In the plane, we found Jada in a seat and Beverly eating cheese crackers. When she sw us, she dropped them everywhere and squeezed us both so hard I thought she was going to strangle us.

“Please dont die!!!!!” she said. Then she ate a cracker off the floor and ran out.

Edith came in.

“What was that?” she asked. “Nevermind. I dont wanna know. Are you ready?”

I nodded.

Luna sat in the front seat, Rosie sat in the back on a cot, and Jada was sitting near the door.

I went to the back with Rosie. She was reading a magazine.

“Whats that?” I asked.

“Theres a huge sale at walmart!” she said. “And free coupons.”

“OH.” I said. I sat in a chair up in the front.



Hey, this book really fucking sucks! Who let this 11 year old hold a pencil?


That was as far as the story got, though. Probably better that way in all honesty, I don’t know if I could take much more of that literary trainwreck.


Yknow, this is my library. These are MY books that I stole. I can do what I want with them.


I think I’ll finish this book for whoever started writing it. I’ll be doing them a favor, really. This is in desperate need of saving.



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