𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮

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ꜰᴏʀ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ, ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴇʟꜰᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ.

ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ 29:11


Margo woke up in the middle of the night. She had to use the bathroom. She got up. She slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

While she was in there, she heard distant sounds. When she got done, she heard crying. She listened as she walked towards the sound.

At the end of the hallway was something. It was dark, so she couldn't see what it was. She got closer.

Oh.

"Babies!" she said. She picked them up. One was a girl, and one was a boy. "Oh, great. What am I to do?" Margo muttered, walking to her room with them. She locked the door behind her.

She laid them on her rug. They looked at Margo as she panicked. "Oh, God! What do I do, Lord?" she asked. She was crying.

The babies were crying too. "OK, OK, OK, calm down," she told them, picking them up. She put them on her window seat, waiting for them to fall asleep as she formed a plan. They fell asleep. Then she went out into the hallway, towards Oliver's room.

She hid in the shadows as she slowly crept up to his room. When she got to his room, she slowly opened the door. "Oliver Rose!" she said, knocking on the door.

He sleepily opened the door. His eyes opened wide. "What's wrong, Margie?" he asked, hugging her. "Just. Come," she told him, dragging him along the way. She opened the door. He went into the room and saw the babies. "Margo! Where'd-"

they heard running. Margo pulled him in and slammed the door, locking it. "I had to use the bathroom, I heard crying, I followed it, and..." She points to the babies. "Them!"

Oliver looked at the babies. They started to hear knocks on the door. "OK. I'll stay here while we figure out what to do," Oliver said. "OK," Margo said, calming down. She sat on her rug. The babies woke up.

"OK, I think we should name 'em," Margo said. "Because they're babies. They deserve one," Margo told him, grabbing them. She looked at the girl. "Hmm. Mavey? Or maybe Scarlett?" she suggested. "Mavis is nice," Oliver told her. "I think so too," Margo said.

"OK, what about the boy?" Oliver asked. "Tucker," she said. Oliver smiled. The babies fell back asleep. "They look a few days old," Margo said. "Yeah," he said.

Margo lay down on the rug and fell asleep. He fell asleep too.

"Margo! Wake up!" Cahya said, banging on the door. "I'M AWAKE!" Margo said, going to the door. "We gotta go to school," Cahya told Margo. "I know. I'll get dressed. Hold on." she said. She closed the door. She closed the door.

Oliver was awake too. "OK, I'm gonna get dressed, so turn away," she said. He turned around. She got dressed.

She put her long hair up in a Barbie Movie-style ponytail. She put pink lipstick on, blush, and eyeshadow.

"OK, you can turn around again," she told him. "Oliver, I think you need to be 'sick' for a few days," Margo told him. He nodded. Margo went to school with Cathy. "Where's Oliver?" Cahya asked. "He's sick," she told Cahya. They saw Chester. "Hey!" he called walking to them. "Leave me alone, please," she told him. "Why? Your boyfriend isn't here," he said. "Please! Leave me alone!" Margo said. Margo said. "Why?" he asked. "Because! Please!" she said. "No," he said, grabbing her hand. She snapped her hand away. She slapped him. "Bastarda!" he called her.

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