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Quill walked into Fifi's Pizza Palace after school at 6:01 (pm), following the note's orders.
"Hey, Sweetie, how can I help you?" Fifi asked. Fifi was a plump older woman, maybe in her mid 50's, and one of the best pizza chefs Quill had ever met. Well, the only pizza chef Quill had ever met, actually.
"Hi, Mrs. Fifi, I'm actually waiting on somebody," Quill replied, trying to sound casual. Honestly, Quill had never been so nervous. Who was this Napknick, and what would he, or she, ever want to do with Quill? Was she in trouble? Was she being stalked? Is the Napknick some serial killer like out of one of Quill's mystery books? No, Quill thought, don't think like that. For all we know, it's probably some popular kid asking for help on some stupid school assignment, and uses the name 'The Napknick' as some fake identity, because he's too scared to be seen with you as himself. Yeah, another voice in the back of Quill's head whispered, and for all we know he could be Hannibal Lecter.
"Well, go on, take a seat at Table 5, hon. I'll keep an eye out." Fifi said as she pointed over to a table in the corner.
"Thanks." Quill replied and walked over to the tiny, checker covered table. Quill looked around, no one here seemed to be out of place, or The Napknick-worthy. Everyone seemed normal. She knew everyone here. There was Ms. Pearly and her two twin boys, Jake and Josh, Kayla and Lily, the two volleyball players from down the street, and a couple of the jocks from school chowing down on some pizza for an after-game ritual, still wearing their dirt-caked hockey uniforms.
She didn't see The Napknick. She waited several minutes, nothing.She checked her watch. She wondered how she looked to everyone right then, probably as some lonely little girl in the corner, no friends, and was clearly nervously waiting for some company. Even the waiter, Harry, asked her if everything was okay, and if she came with anybody. What was Quill doing wrong? Then, it snapped. She scavenged through her book-bag, and finally pulled out the crumpled note, "bring a purple flower in your hair", it read. That's it, Quill thought. Harry passed by once more, and opened his mouth to ask a question, but before he could say anything Quill jumped up and grabbed her book-bag. "Hold that thought, Harry," She said, holding her hand up in front of his face, then pointed to her seat, "And could you hold my seat, too?" Before Harry had a chance to respond, Quill was dashing through the pizzeria. "Thanks, Harry!" She yelped as she busted out the door. Sprinting, she ran down the block and around the corner to Millie's Bouquet Shop. Then, maybe a yard away from the flowershop, BAM!
. . .
Quill groaned as she lay on the ground, rubbing her head.
"Ow! Who the--" A familiar, bratty voice screeched.
Oh, no, Quill thought.
She slowly creaked her eyes open. A mob of spray tan, lipstick, and shimmery-golden hair stood above Quill, with a rather nasty expression glued to her face.
"You!" Kelly screamed, 'You, you nasty little troll, you RUINED my new Eliot Fa'Jay purse! Do you know how much trouble daddy had to go through to get that purse for me! It's the last one of it's kind! That bag, cost more than your life!" She pouted as she held up an ugly, scuffed up navy leather purse. Then her expression changed into some sort of disgustingly gorgeous rage-face. That's right, even her angry face was unrealistically beautiful.
"You'll pay for that, you- you.. Arghh!" She then fell onto her knees and sobbed angrily. Probably for attention, Quill thought to herself.
And attention's exactly what she got. "S-sorry! I-I..." Quill stuttered in apology. Then the people started to crowd around the sobbing mess, soothing her, asking her what she needs, questioning.
"I-I-I.." Quickly, Quill ran into the closest alleyway. Dashing, it seemed like the alleyway just kept going. When she was well away from Kelly and the crow, she groaned as she slid down the brick wall of the alleyway. She set her book-bag down beside her and sighed. What's been going on as of lately? Things have been going crazy.. First the crazy storm last week that basically destroyed the auditorium, then the talent show was canceled, and then the note from this stupid 'Napknick', and now this? Normally, everything in Holly's Burrow was well, normal. And now.. Quill sighed. She took out the crumpled note from her pocket. Who, or what is 'The Napknick', and what had Quill gotten herself into.. Then she heard a loud creak from the brick wall across from her. A purple wall, with pansies growing out of it. What the.. Quill thought. She slung her book-bag across her bag and stood up. She snuck quietly towards the wall. Creeping closer, practically tip-toeing, then..
Black. All black.
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a/n
sorry for the late update, schools back at it again. (eh.)
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-glowwy
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The Napknick
Fantastik"I'm just waiting for the perfect sunny day. Then maybe I'll see the world." "How will you know it's a sunny day if it's always dark down here?" "I won't. That's the fun part. I'll just have to guess." ...
