"Are you sure this is where we are supposed to meet him?" Ruffles asks, driving really slow down the road. Her eyes darting left and right like she's running from the cops.
Warren told us to meet him at an old abandoned toy factory. So we can up our game at escaping school, and not be afraid while doing it.
And It's in a really bad neighborhood. Okay. Maybe I'm exaggerating. But... my baby would get eaten if left it unattended. Which is the equivalent of kidnaping.
We pull up outside a rusty building, with clowns and other creepy dolls on the outside of it. There eyes are popping out, and rust running down their faces like they were bleeding.
"Oh hell no," I scream, "I'm not going in there!"
"Me either!"
"Is Warren even here, Ruffles?"
I look around from where I'm sitting in the passenger seat in Ruffles car, to see if I can see him.
"I'm not sure... But I'm freaked the fudge-sickle out."
Just as the last words leave Ruffles mouth a bang sounds from the back of the car. Ruffles jumps out of the driver seat and into my lap, crushing my legs.
The banging trails up the side of the car.
"We're going to die," Ruffles screams, " and I didn't even get to eat my normal bag of Ruffles, today!"
"Boo," screamed Warren, as he jumped in front of the passenger side window.
Ruffles jumped on my lap, causing my legs more pain.
"Dear Nutella gods, please make this stupid boy less, well, stupid. And please make Ruffles less skittish, so she will stop harming me and using me as a shield."
"You know there is no such things as 'Nutella gods', right," Warren says through the window of the car.
"Yes, I know."
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After five minutes of being in the building we had to leave. Ruffles got too scared and a mini panic attack. Which was understandable.
So, Warren decided we plan our next attempt on escaping at his house.
His house is quite small, but nice. It's one of those homes where when you walk in, you expect the mother to be there baking and handing out cookies. But there's no mom in sight, or father for that matter.
"Welcome to my humble abode!" He says gesturing around. "Why don't you come in and make yourself at home -- but not too much."
"Umm, okay...," I trail off.
Warren then makes us sit down, when we don't do it ourself's.
"So, since you failed, miserably, at trying not to be scared, we are just going to move on." He says, glancing at Ruffles.
"Move on to what," Ruffles asks.
"We are going to pull some pranks!" Warren says, jumping up from where he was sitting down on the couch.
"Pranks!" Ruffles and I say at the same time.
"Yes. Pranks!"
Warren starts pacing around the room, tapping his chin in thought.
"What in a crushed bag of Ruffles are we gonna do for a PRANK!" Ruffles screams.
Warren stares at her blankly. "We'll figure out something."
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Teen Fiction"Aria, I don't think it's a bad thing that we don't get noticed. In fact, I think it's a good thing." I sigh, "You do, why?" "Just think about it. We could skip class, not turn in homework, or even prank people without getting caught. " (Title M...
