I stood up hastily, grabbing my bag and about to depart, and as I took a single step out the door; the man with the cowlick opened his mouth.
"Who are you?" He inquired.
I tilted my head in confusion. "Elliot Davidson.."
He shook his head quickly. "No... who are you?"
I sighed, realizing he meant something much more vast than I originally thought.
I took a seat, a deep breath, and began.
I just wanted to say I'm so glad that I'm finally writing this book! I'd greatly appreciate it if you voted for this book, see you next week!
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The Library Card
Teen FictionMeet Elliot, a fifteen year old girl who has old-fashioned parents and a sister she can't seem to understand... or so she thinks. Elliot seems to have a good life, other than the fact that she has to wake up every morning at four a.m to go to school...
