Elizabeth Farm was always teased about her last name. Her father was sort of weird and didn't talk to her, she was in a wheelchair, her parents fight with each other and bicker, and she wasn't allowed to go swimming. It felt like there was something...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Recap: I unfolded the map and started off towards the shortcut to the forest. ______________________
20 minutes later (2 hours 13 minutes until Mary leaves)
I stand in front of the forest, red wood trees towering over me. I get out the sword and-wait, where's the sword? I reach in my pocket and find: a rubber band, a dust bunny, the map, (I stopped using it when I could see the red woods), a reminder to save Willy, a bag of peanuts, a lighter (a fire lighter) and a small box. I put everything back into my jean pockets except for the box. I open it and see...a silver pocketknife-like handle-like contraption. There's a green button that says 'OPEN'. I wonder what that does. -_-
There is a sign on a tree. It says'Go away! This land is my land, this land is not your land.' Oh, I remember this song! It's the boring song about San Francisco I learned in third grade. Or maybe it was 2nd grade. Or first. Anyway, I should probably make a plan, that's what smart people do. But I'm not smart. So I pressed the OPEN button and watched, amazed as an almost invisible sword shot out with a CLING! It was translucent. Then, about to walk into the forest, I remembered Libby. I stopped and opened my purse, seeing her sleeping in a tight ball. I gently poked her, and she woke up and quickly punched me. At least, I think she punched me. I couldn't really feel anything. She looked up at me. "Can I be normal sized now?!" She asked. "Yeah. Close your eyes," I said, and sprayed demon perfume and growing spray on her. In a second, she was normal sized. But my purse, well that got ripped in half. I quickly told Libby the summary of what happened and gave her the bag of peanuts. Let the fighting begin.
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Quietly, we walked into the forest, careful to not make any noise by snapping a twig or crunching leaves with our shoes. I was holding the cool invisible sword and the fire lighter, and Libby was clutching the bag of peanuts I gave to her. We stopped walking, for we could see Mary. She was peacefully sitting crisscross on the ground next to a finished mini stick teepee. I think she was meditating. I then noticed a little lamb with a white fleece. I really don't get why there are so many kid songs that relate to Mary.
I got an idea, and quietly clicked the lighter open and turned it on. Glancing at Libby, I nodded and threw the lighter at the teepee. It landed behind the wood sticks, but it still lit the top of the redwood teepee. FLOOMP! It burst into flames, and Mary gasped. Her eyes turned red, as her head whipped around, searching for who did it. Fortunately, Libby and I were hidden from sight. Quickly, Libby threw a single peanut at Mary. It landed on her shoe. Mary noticed the peanut, and froze. But, apparently luck was on Libby's side, because out of nowhere, a flame rose up and Mary shrieked, jumping back. As if it was slow motion, the peanut bounced off of Mary's bare ankle and fell to the ground. The fire shrunk a bit, and wasn't roaring as much. "G-gaurds! G-g--aur-" Mary fainted, her eyes rolling back. I did not know people could have such severe allergies. I sort of felt bad about it. To prevent any trees from catching on fire, Libby froze the fire. But fire isn't made out of water . . . How did she freeze it? Libby must have turned It into glass . . . It was sorta weird - it actually looked like normal ice, but it was like an ice sculpture of a fire. Or maybe it was like Medusa (a lady that can turn anything to stone when she looks at it) froze the fire with her tentacle-snake-head-hair things. (Photo of frozen ice is attached at the top). "Wow," I said. I did not know that was possible. "Hey, Libby?" "Yeah?" "Should we really kill her?" I said. *Silence* "Maybe we shouldn't, I mean, we could do something else to make her not bug us...?" Libby said. "I've got it!" I said. "We can save her! She loses some of her memory whenever she passes out from her allergies like that, and she'll think we saved her life. Then she'll want to be our friend, and she will probably give Willy back an-" "Well let's save her already! We don't have time to waste! Chop chop!" Libby interrupted. "Ok, first let me use this Epipen (an epinephrine injection)," I said. Libby looked at the women and furrowed her eye brows. "The doctor demon brand?" She asked. "Yeah, she isn't a human or a mermaid, so, well, yeah." "Why do you have that, anyway?" Libby asked as I injected the pen. "For emergencies, because I knew she was a demon. I don't know how I'd use it to fight though." "Look, she's breathing!" I exclaimed. "Bridget, she never stopped breathing," Libby said. "Oh." "Well, at least there are a few more things I have that may help her recover."
