Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)

Chapter Twenty Five - Time To Relax And Forget

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hiya guys!

Omg.

I made it.

WOOOH!

So, I'm back guys ;3

You're all pretty crazy aren't ya? Aha :')

Right well I had injections today...no big deal right?

Wrong.

Okay so I'm the worst when it comes to needles and everyone else in the whole year was fine apart from me, embarrassing right? Yeah well I was only supposed to have one like every one else but when I go and sit down next to the nurse she tells me I have to have two -.- why me. Why.

Yeah so turns out when I was younger I missed out one of the important ones so she injected me in both my arms which are now numb and I can't feel them at all, yay. Yeah so sorry if the next update comes across a little later than expected because she injected me with like, the illness. So basically over the next two weeks I'll be on and off ill until my body learns to fight it or something. Yay -_-

So yeah, just letting ya know

Oh btw it's my birthday on Saturday X3 hehe

That means I'm getting my own freakin laptop so I can freakin do whatever I freakin want.

Motivate meh to write more :3

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This is kinda a filler I guess :/

I hope it's good enough anyway :P

Seeya later, little burritos :3

~enjoy

Chapter Twenty Five - Time To Relax And Forget

The scream caused everyone to jump up and every single nerve in my body to react, instinctively poised, waiting for something to jump out. When nothing happened I looked around, Will was stood about ten metres away by his snowman, looking over towards the large bush where Harriet had just disappeared into.

I looked at George and he met my gaze, fear seeping through his big brown eyes. Without saying a word all three of us dashed off in the same direction, not stopping until we reached the bush, a big, cold shadow covering us. As my eyes adjusted to the sudden lack of light, I saw there was much more than a big green bush. There was a whole network of tunnels, each carved out naturally by animals and people walking through them.

I scanned the area but there was no sign of Harriet. No one uttered a word and George came closer to me, so that I could feel the body heat from him waft over my left shoulder.

There was a muffled noise then movement caught my eye as twigs snapped and leaves fell with clumps of snow. I froze as two figures came into sight. One was clearly male, and similar size to George but much more muscularly built. He had a mean look about his face covering for a number of scars. But what was more terrifying was that another figure, much smaller and fragile-looking, was held fiercely in his grip. Harriet was unable to escape and a terrified look crossed her eyes when she saw us. She relaxed only slightly when she realised who we were.

George seemed to recognise this person, and whoever he was he obviously wasn't in George's good books. George wrapped a protective arm round me and pulled me into him.

"Let her go. Now!" George ordered without hesitation.

His voice sounded strong and loud in the night air. However there was something about the way he said it, that caused me to shudder. The scarred man looked carefully at me and George, almost completely ignoring Will's existence. He looked from Harriet to me, as if attempting to differentiate the two of us. With an angry snarl he let go of Harriet, allowing her to run into Will's arms.