Chapter 8: Jasmine

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  Oh, I hope my mom's okay. I'm scared. What if she does. Just like her mom.

  "Hatoro, I'm scared. I want mommy!"

  He sighs. "I wish I could get her back. I truly love her, and I don't want her to...die because of a mirror."

  I go into the kitchen and grab some chips out of the pantry along with candy.

  "Hatoro," I say, "we need a distraction."

  "What?"

  I spell it for him, "D-i-s-t-r-a-s-h-u-n. Distraction. It means, like, something that gets your mind off of something else."

  (A/N: I misspelled it for a reason.)

  "Oh. Thank you, Jasmine!" Hatoro says happily.

  I just wish I could get mommy out.

 

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