The Moonlark's Journey

Part 4

"Keefe, hurry up with the disclamier!"

"Uh, ok. So this random person--"

"Me!"

"@88booklover, yeah. She kidnapped me and is holding me hostage and I mean, who could blame her but--"

"HURRY UP!"

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Anyway, all of these wonderful characters, especially me, belong to Shannon Messenger. Happy?"

"Very. Here's your E.L. Fudge."

"Yay!"

--Keefe's PoV--

I wake up to the sun rising. I squint.

I rub my throbbing head.

I quickly gather my things.

I learned early on that sleeping on park benches weren't exactly 'legal' but who cares.

Certainly not me.

I start running again, channeling strength to my legs, allowing me to run a lot faster than an average human.

But the problem with running is that you kind of have to know where you're going (or trying to go) and I know nobody here.

Wait!

Sophie's human sister, Amy.

No. I shake my head. I can't risk it. RISK IT FOR THE BISCUITS Y'ALL!!! Ok I'll stop now

I duck behind a large tree and pull out my imparter that Grady gave me.

I miss Sophie so much it hurts.

For a second, I think about calling her, even if it means ruining my plan.

No. I can't. 

I put my imparter back into my pocket.

I'm doing this for Sophie, if no one else.

I can't break, not now, not ever.

I'm doing this for her.

--Sophie's PoV--

I have only a towel, an obscurer, and a leaping crystal (for emergencies).

I have no idea where I should start looking for Keefe.

But... didn't we once traveled to my home in San Fransisco?

Yeah. I'll start there.

Just in case someone recognizes me, I turn the obscurer on.

I walk around aimlessly, traveling nowhere in particular.

Then I realize where my legs took me.

My old home.

I squat down and trace the initials carved in the sidewalk.

The house is now condemned, and I can't resist.

I go in.

I search for any nearby thoughts, and while I can't pinpoint exactly where they are or who they are, I can feel it.

There's someone in the house.

I grab a very conveniently placed frying pan and I hold it threateningly above my head.

Closer... closer...

I creep to the room where the thoughts were loud and fuzzy.

I peek through the door's crack.

I creep forwards.

On the nightstand is a broken old frame and in it a drawing of me.

It's beautiful.

Then I hear something drop downstairs.

I tiptoe to the kitchen, and I see a hooded figure.

I creep up behind them and smack them with the frying pan.

The person falls down.

I pull down the hood.

Oh my God.

It's Keefe.

MUAHAHAHA!!!

I know you guys are upset with me so I'm already starting to write the next chapter

Do you like the disclamier?

Anyway, BYE!!!

~~Evelynn

|xoxo|

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