Unnatural Multiverse Book 7

Through a fake face

"I can be better than you in tomorrow's costume contest!" Becky bragged. I felt like wanting her to stop. "You're on! If I win, you have to tell everybody that you're not the most special girl in the universe. But if you win, I will have to tell everybody that you know everything." I proposed. "I like the sound of that. Too bad you can't find a nice mask." Becky taunted. We both walked away from each other. Everybody knew about the contest. Mom and Dad had purchased our costumes just yesterday. I don't know if I would not attend the contest due to a mission by the Recepto Mirabilis secret society. After school was over for the day, Monty met me next to my locker. "I can see that you hate Becky." He commented. "Very much. Why does she like to prove that she is a smart one?" I queried.

"Well I think you've gotten yourself into trouble by getting yourself involved in that costume contest between yourself and Becky. Becky is going to offer everybody sweets just so they can all vote for her and let her win." Monty disclosed. "Well that's not nice." I responded. "You're right. Let's go. I heard that they might need us at the Barnhard farm." Monty and I got on the only school bus for home. Becky was sitting by herself, taking notes on her notepad. The students sitting in the aisle across from her didn't look at her. They thought that she was going to pull some dirty trick just so I can lose the contest between us. "By the way, I don't plan on losing or cheating. Cheating has been proven to disqualify athletes in the summer and winter Olympics." Becky stated. I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. The bus slowly made it back to the street that Monty and I live on. We soon waited outside my house. The bus that normally takes us to the farm stopped by. Monty, Patrick, and I climbed aboard. Patrick and I sat on the same seat. "This Becky, I wonder if she is going to cheat?" Patrick discussed using sign language. I told him that we should be prepared if she cheats. That she could've have gotten the worst costume she could buy, and then wreck my costume. "Or she plans on wearing the most beautiful costume and have everybody at the school vote for her." Monty assumed. I hoped that my friend was wrong. Becky was dropped off at her home. It was a smaller house compared to some of the other homes that you would find in Freshendale. Her only room could be found in the basement. Her mom and dad were still busy at work. She had a copy of the key. "Why can't the school accept that I am a genius! I know a lot! That's what makes me smart! If I know about everything, then I can get some friends, and they can be impressed. Instead, they are nothing but a bunch of silly clowns. Who want nothing to do with me. I guess I need to prove myself more to my parents and my classmates." She ranted while stepping into the kitchen. The house looked empty. That's when Becky went to her room. She set her backpack down and pulled out her laptop from underneath. She began to research some facts about cults and the weather. "I will be the best reporter there is Mom and Dad. I will show everybody that I can be the smartest reporter that the world has ever known." Becky divulged. While she was researching, something was moving nearby.

Nobody was sure what it could be. Next to Becky's room was a sewing room. There was a dress set upon a mannequin. This dress was supposed to be Becky's for the costume party tomorrow. The dress was created with patterns of crops that are normally grown around Freshendale. There were some patterns of grain crops that could be found all over the dress. With some other kinds of grains that could be hay or barley. That's when the mysterious entity came out from the shadows. This creature was morphing its appearance. It had a flat yet round like appearance. Almost as if the form it was trying to take that of a human face. The thing floated into the air. The creature ended up merging with the mask that came with the costume. Meanwhile, I was helping Monty moving all of these bales of straw. "I bet the farmers are going to be happy to get this straw for when other farmers' animals are going to be sleeping on this stuff." Monty adduced. "Monty. This is a lot of straw bales. How many more do we need to carry to the loft?" Patrick asked using sign language. "Just only six more. These same bales are going to be unraveled at the farms they get delivered to." Monty responded as he helped me carry one square bale of hay together. The bale was left in the loft. Mr. and Mrs. Barnhard came into the barn. "How are things going?" Mr. Barnhard questioned with a loud voice. "We're nearly done, we just need to haul in five more bales of straw." Monty replied. "Excellent. Patrick, a worker needs your help. You two can stop what you're doing. I need to talk to you two in my office." Mrs. Barnhard expressed. I told Patrick what the farmer was saying. Patrick stopped operating the crane that lifted the bales of straw towards the loft. It was at that moment that something was moving around my house.