part 12

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It was dark and cold. I could see my breath as I breathed. I remind myself of Texan weather that somehow warms me up. On my horse, I stare down the house. I have been watching it for three days. My father tries to get the Indians in on our plan. He told me that they were in, but it was still rocky. They seemed to like playing loud music that I couldn't even begin to understand. The lights stayed on in that house twenty-four seven even if nobody was home, which was rare. And when nobody was gone, it was only for a short while. A very, very short while. So short that by the time I even thought of getting close to the house, someone would be pulling up in the driveway like clockwork. Pulling the reins of my horse i force him in the direction of the road. Forcing myself to go home, forcing myself to not go insane.

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I sat across from Beth at the breakfast table. Eating silently. I know she is pissed that we won't include her in the plans.

"Fuck this." She wipes her mouth and stands up

"Beth sit down, now." My father tired

"No I'm done." She kissed my father on the head and left without another word

He just shook his head and shoved a peice of egg into his mouth. I wipe my mouth finishing off the last bit of food on my plate.

"I must be going father breakfast was lovely."

"Ok sweetie, have a good one."

"I'll try." A small smile placed on my face

"Clarkeee!" I hear her feet pattern pattering down the stairs

"Mommy, mommy." The excitement in her voice

"Right here sweetie." I swoop her off the last step

"Mommy, look at my new shirt." I look down and see an Alice in wonderland shirt

"Oh its so cool, you know that movie is where your favourite scary poem is from right?"

"Really really can you tell me it?"

"Of course sweetie." I clear my throat and begin to walk out of the house

"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."

As I finished I looked around and saw Jamie. He was staring straight at me in shock.

"Mom used to tell you that poem." His voice quiet

"Shut it." Walking out of the house I sigh

Clarke smile was bright on her face as I set her down and we walked through the field.


This chapter is much shorter and I am sorry, school is almost out for me and so i have been busy staying on top of grades. My parents also low-key took my phone so I didn't have it for a hot minute. But I just want to say thank you so much for reading this story. It really means alot


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