I examined the hair under the microscope, but it was not like anything I had ever seen before, it wasn’t human, but it was definitely not like any animal either. Maybe the school knows something, but who should I ask? Mathilda isn’t speaking to me, so she’s not an option. Maybe Harold? No, he’s not reliable. This grumpy guy with a New York accent in the room? Eh, it’s worth a shot.
‘Mister uhm, sir? What’s your name anyway?’ I said. He answered: ‘Golly, ya scared me there a little bit there, are ya done?’ ‘Well, I kind of need your help...’ I said. ‘Is there no one else ya could ask? No one!?’ he asked. ‘No, Mathilda isn’t speaking, remember?’ I said. Then he answered: ‘Ugh, okay, what do ya need help with, child? My name is Mr. Smith by the way.’
‘Let me look,’ he said, examining the hair. ‘How did ya get this!?’ he said with his mouth wide open, looking very surprised. ‘What do you mean Mr. Smith? It was just at the scene where the equipment was stolen,’ I answered. He said while examining it even more precisely to make sure he was correct about where this came from. ‘This is Justins! He was from before we had nicknames for the children!’ he said, looking very excited like a little kid in a candy store. ‘Before there were nicknames, but how? There shouldn’t be any people alive from then! This shouldn’t be possible!’ I said. ‘Well now it is, ma friend!’ he said offering a high-five, which I politely declined.
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The girl who ran away
Teen FictionTsuki escaped out of an evil lab when she was just eight years old. Now she is living in a treehouse with her squirrel friend, when suddenly she hears a knock at the door, who could it be??
