Chapter 19

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Lol, the picture didn't show up. Oh, and batel, I am totally making that random book.

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Tara's PoV:

I couldn't let Briar go alone.

We walked another few miles until Briar started asking for a break.

"Can we have a break?" She asked.

"No." I snarled.

"... ... Can we have a break now?"

"No!"

"... ... ... ... How about now?" 

"NO." 

"... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... How abou-"

"NO!"

"Sheesh, you don't need to yell."

I growled at her.

I walked another step and stopped her.

"Okay, break time." I said.

I sat down ona rock and pulled out my clarinet. 

"You packed a clarinet!?!?" Briar asked surprised.

"Yeah, got a problem?" I said.

"How could that fit in a duffel bag? How could you only bring one bag?"

"So you're saying you didn't enchant your bags to hold anything?" I inquired.

I looked over at her three suitcases. Apparently she didn't get the memo.

I started to play the clarinet. I didn't play it often, I only brought it to remind me of home.

We stayed at that same place until nightfall, resting up, speculating about how much longer, and comparing who hated Miss Hecklebeck more.

"I'm tired." I said.

"Well find a nice, comfy, rock to sleep on." Briar grouched. I could tell she was tired too.

"So you're saying you didn't enchant your bags, and you didn't bring a travel hut?" I said.

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"Don't worry, I'll show you how to make one."

I made one for her. It consisted of making her grow giant redwoods surrounding her, and making leaves envelope her in a canopy.

I put up the hut for me, and covered it in a dome of ice.

I closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me.

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Finished! I did this while I was supposed to be cleaning my room.


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