9.17.2084 Sunday Noon
Peter brought fried chicken as he pushed into my room. “Don’t get grounded ever again. I miss you,” he told, slipping me the notepad; then he hurried back out.
I flipped open the cover and read, ‘Sorry, you’re grounded. I was hoping to see you before I left for camp. Sadly, I won’t be back till Peter’s birthday.’ I sighed as I tossed the pad under my bed before finally eating the fried chicken.
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Half-Breed
Teen FictionSort of a Sequel to Living Like a Lion Many years later, Kitty(James' great so-many grand-daughter) is dealing with the real world with her animal abilities. Her father has been dead for eight years, but no body was found. Could her dad be the reaso...
