Crossing Over

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OK, so crossing over last night didn't go well.

Dell-- whom everyone calls Philby-- was confused and didn't know I was coming, when he was clearly the one who texted me the invite. Here's how it went...

I woke up on Main Street USA, and Dell, Charlene, Maybeck, Willa and Finn were standing around the confectionary doors.

"Myra?" Dell shouted as he ran to my side. He helped me up. "What are you doing here?"

"You invited me," I said. "Junior Kingdom Keeper, at your service!"

"What?" Dell asked. "I don't recall inviting you."

Willa gasped. "What if it was the OverTakers?"

Charlene laughed. "Don't be silly. I texted her on Philby's phone. She's one of us now, why can't she cross over?"

"Uh..." Dell scratched the back of his head. "Well... Okay, Myra, just... stay away from danger, okay? It gets pretty crazy out here."

"Ha!" I laughed, trying to impress them all. "My middle name is danger."

"Your middle name is Chrysanthemum," Dell corrected. I rolled my eyes. Know-it-all.

"Aw, that's pretty!" Willa grinned.

Dell told me to go ride a ride or something while Willa kept an eye on me. I'm not a little kid! I don't have to be babysat!

"So... Which ride do you want to go on first?" Willa asked me as soon as the others left.

"Um... I guess Space Mountain?" I said. It's my favorite ride.

"Uh..." Willa said nervously. "Are you sure you wanna go on that ride? Maybeck kinda got kidnapped there when we were your age..."

"Oh. Then, um... Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"That one's bad luck. When Jess was under Maleficent's spell, she nearly killed Finn."

"What about It's A Small World?"

Willa almost fainted and she looked like she was about to throw up. "Please don't make me go there again. The dolls... came alive... and almost killed all of us... You know what? Let's just get a Dole Whip or something... All the rides are deadly at this hour."

I sighed. Ugh. For the first time, I hate crossing over.

Oh, gotta go. My next class is in five minutes.

Signed,

Myra

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