Chapter 4

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I gasped like a fish out of water and fell to my knees. "Robert E. Lee's son? The son of my father's enemy?"

Paul buried his face in his hands. "Siva and now this," he groaned.

I sat on the ground and searched, pondered and prayed. An image of a Paulicorn (Paul unicorn hybrid) came galloping through a field of daisies and into my mind. I instantly felt happy. I hugged Paul. "It doesn't matter who your dad is, poopsies. I love you and nothing else matters." Paul looks at me and I feel fire dance through my veins. "I LOVE PAUL!!!!" I screamed to the heavens. The gunfire halted for a moment and then redirected to me. Guns were pointed at me, at least I told Paul I loved him.

"WATCH OUT!" A giant panda snatched me by the seat of my pants and carried me out of the range of bullets. The panda dropped it like its hot and sat down, releasing me. I splashed into a puddle of slobber. I groan until I catch sight of the panda's face.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

"What?!" The panda jerks around. Instead of answering I just continued heavy breathing. The panda had the face of an attractive boy.

"Your face...." I sputter.

"Oh, Ashton always says it's sexy."

"Who said my name?" A hyper young squirrel with a boy's face scampered out. He was followed by a boy-faced penguin with a lip piercing.

The panda extends his paw to me, "I'm Calum."

Before I can answer back a majestic horse leaps toward us with Paul on his back. "Michael!!!" The animal-boy-things roar. Oddly enough Michael had a normal horse head but his hair looked like a reverse skunk.

I looked around confused. "What is going on Paul?" I demanded.

"Oh, these are my friends."

"Don't forget about us." Five dashing boys leap down from a tree.

"Yeppers, these are the boys: Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry. If you ever need their help sing 'the narwhal twerks at midday' and they will come," Paul explains. I just stand there amazed, I've never had so many friends before.

"Are we all BFF Jills now?" I whisper in awe.

"That's a clown question, gurl. Of course we are!" They all shout in unison. I smile to myself, life is looking great just like Paul.

To be continued.

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