7.Anemone the C.2.

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I kept my phone on me at all times, in case Troid calls back. I doubt it though, he says he’s ganna go to his grandfather, what a lame excuse. I know he’s with Ace, I just feel it. Ace isn’t normal; I’ve known that for a while. No one can look that emo and act so childish. I pushed myself off my bed and ran downstairs.

“I’m ganna go get some fresh air, ma!” I ran outside and grabbed my bike. I peddled up the street. I took a right then a left then a right then carried on upwards. I stopped at a certain somebody’s house. No lights. So I was right, as predicted. But my eyes narrowed when I saw a figure in front the front door. I moved closer behind the bushed until I could make out a face. It was a girl long blonde hair that was tied back one pony tail but her hair was so long it hung just an inch above the ground and the tips of her hair were all black. Her eyes were shining turquoise, just staring at the front door, probably wondering if she should knock. She had on a white dress with long sleeves. It was a plain dress but on the front of the dress was an odd looking bird. It had its wings spread open and fire formed from the wings. A phoenix? And she bears a surprising resemblance to Troid…what is this? She turned her face to me and I jumped behind a bush, trying to hide. She walked up to me on her white high heels. She grabbed me and pulled me out of the bush.

“Do you know a boy names Troid Renton Hunter? He looks just like me but he’s a ‘he’?” She asked me. I nodded.

“Where is he?” I held up my shoulders.

“With Ace.”

“Ace? Can you describe him.”

“Emo black hair, light brown eyes, always quiet, ummm….”

“Does he sound like he almost has a British accent?”

“Now that you mention it, yes, why?” She let me go and I fell to the ground. “Hey! I asked you a question!”

“And I’m not obliged to answer.” She jumped up, but higher than any human. You couldn’t see her anymore. I should warn Troid. I took out my phone and dialled his number. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Dammit!  I heard a growl, it was loud. I looked up. Oh no…

“My phone’s ringing!” I yelled but Ace held a tight grip on me and kept me back. “It’s Sora! Let me answer!”

“No! I won’t let you!”

“It could be an emergency!”

“By emergency you mean a mouse broke in, stole all the pizza, talked to the cookie fairy that made a contract with the marshmallow bunny who ate the forbidden chocolate bear that went mad and broke into Sora’s house where he got a frizzy, ate the bookcase and all the books took their revenge on the bear then flew up to Sora where they forcefully told him a horrible story and made him call you just to say that the pizza no longer is a pizza! I won’t let you fall into this diabolic plan of the evil demon mouse! I will save you Troid!”

What will I do, oh what will I do? I can’t believe the prince and Lord Benjamin have already gotten to Troid. Troid…anyone but Troid…I din’t want him involved. Idiot…you just gave me the hardest job in the entire world! I made my departure for the prince. He’s going to suffer highly for what he’s done.

“Number 27- “

“I have a name you know.”

“T something, whatever. You’re going to stay here in this base. You can’t go anywhere! There is an important duty I must attend to and I can’t bring a zombie along. This may be your first day here but you’ll get used to it, all the other subjects did.”

“How long will I stay here?”

“Possibly a month.” So about next week three days school then the rest of vacation, looks like I’ll still be able to return to school.

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