Keep it up, hurry, Jenna run , something was after us i could feel it. Till we made it to the harbour. I found out it was a mormecon the most dedliest decimal i could think of. Anxiety was the 1st, capricious (were i live) was next in place, uncanny the strange and wierd, then there was the concurs the flows and go along with it. " come help me close the doors " Jenna said. The doors banged together. We ran streight to the registation desk that we call (the barn) to register our names on the registration paper. "Ugh...Emily stop" Jenna whispred. "Come help me take this quiz. Its the only way they can identify us from our decimals" I was in my own world. All I was thinking about was the doors. If we closed them well, if we forgot to close the decimal well. A women came up to me and Jenna asking us if we could fill out the quiz. I started speaking over her while starring at the window infront of the old lady. I asked her "can you send a couple trivias to check if the gates are closed.
