Chapter 6: Telling Michael

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Heeeeey!:) Again, I am sorry sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I was sick with a nasty cold (which is getting better) and just haven't been up to it. But here it is! Enjoy:D

One day, I got home from school and went to the garden. Suspicious, Michael followed me. "What is this place?" Michael asked. Startled, I stuttered "w w what are you doing here?" "I saw you come here every day after school." Michael said. "You have?" I asked. "Yes, what is this place?" Michael asked. "Well, when we first moved here, I explored back here in the woods and found the trellis with the bench. Then I followed the path and found this garden." I replied. "Oh, it kinda gives you a creepy vibe." Michael said. "I like it." I said "So why do you come here everyday?" Michael asked. "I don't know, just ever since I first came here, I knew I belonged here. I know that sounds stupid, but I don't know..." I replied. Then Claire told Michael everything about the bracelet and how she found the letters on the bench to spell "Sarah". "This house is creepy. I'm going to go back to the house to do my homework." Michael said. "Ok, I'll be here. And whatever you do, don't tell mom and dad." I said. "Ok, I won't." Said Michael. I sat down next to a patch of daisies and pulled out my homework. "Dang it, I have a math test tomorrow." I said to myself. After I finished my homework and studying, I went back to the house for dinner. "Where were you?" Mom asked. "Oh you know, I was just outside doing my homework; it's such a beautiful day today." I said. "Oh, ok." Mom said. Everyone ate their dinner and after I went up to my room. Michael followed me and kept asking me a bunch of questions about the garden, the bracelet, "Sarah". Soon it was time for bed and Michael finally let the questions rest. In the morning, they slept in, not knowing. I took one bite of an apple and rushed out the door to catch the bus. I came home and went to the garden, but Michael followed her.

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