Willis aggressively began tapping his worn chewed up pencil on the leg of his school chair, whilst staring down the old clock.
Every so often glancing down out of the window with the slightest bit of hope in his tired hazel eyes that he would see Oliver down by the grass digging in his leather satchel.
After about five minutes of his unbearable tapping, Suzy Abbison a rather sassy individual walked up from behind him tapping his shoulder repeatedly with her thin pointy finger.
"Excuse me Willis, you need to knock that off before I tell Miss Shirley." she loudly projected whilst snobbing up her button nose as if she was her majesty speaking to a peasant.
"Ah sorry about that Suzy." Willis nervously mumbled as his cheeks began turning a rosy red.
With a fox-like grin on her rosy freckled face Suzy flipped her blonde pigtails and strutted away.
School was now dreadful without Oliver there. It had now been close to a month since his disappearance and it seemed as if no one else had any concern for his whereabouts, actually it was quite odd not a single person had mentioned it.
After school had ended Willis began waiting for his nanny Mrs. Snapper Gilly to pick him up in the black SUV his mother had assigned her. It was rather flashy which Willis very much minded.
He felt tremendously embarrassed to be sixteen and still have his nanny pick out his trousers, but his parents insisted he still needed someone to keep an eye on him after the water incident with Charles Bucking.
After about five minutes Willis started wondering off to the side of the school using his foot to kick rocks.
Abruptly he thought he heard a whispered voice coming from the bushes. "He who calls gets his answer." The voice raspily whispered. Willis approached the bushes with uncertainty.
Looking around to be sure the school bullies weren't toying with him he aimed closer. The bushes got quieter as he approached and once, he got close enough his life flashed before his eyes as he was immediately sucked into its grasp.
Panicking he started reaching for anything he could but nothing stuck.
It was as if he had fallen down a large tube of endlessness. When he had finally landed, he was covered in white fluffy feathers: in fact, he had landed in a humongous pile of them.
Willis knew those weren't just regular bushes because he had now been transported into a new location. Struggling to remove himself from the feathers he stood up and silently began looking around in confusion at the rosy garden.
"He's a quiet one isn't he." A seemingly high-pitched feminine voice giggled from a distance behind Willis before quickly being shushed by another.
Stunned he froze in place unable to move a single muscle, before realizing a circle of young women and girls had appeared around him and were now surrounding him all holding what appeared to be wands of twisted Vines.
The rosy garden was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The flowers bloomed in various shades of red, pink, and purple, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of rose. The sky was indigo and unworldly.
Willis wondered if he had stumbled into some sort of secret coven, hidden away from the rest of the world, or if he was to be sacrificed, or both.
His eyes now darting around as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, he noticed how freakishly tall rose bushes lining the perimeter were and a grand fountain in the center. But it was the group of women surrounding him that caught his attention. They were all dressed in dark purple cloaks, with their hoods pulled up, casting ominous shadows over their faces. Each of them held a wand made twisted vines, A great layer of elegance was evident in the young women's attire, with their long, flowing dresses and cloaks made of velvet and silk
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Glunt
Fantasy"Oliver Glunt, that's his name. Have you seen him? what do you mean you don't know who he is, he's your son."
