Harry went to bed. Although, not all was peaceful. Creeping around his house looking for a knife, Jerry, downstairs, was going insane. Eventually he found a knife and headed up the stairs. He opened the door and into Harry's room. He took off the cover to reveal... A pillow. Jerry swore as he noticed the open window, the moon lighting up the entire room. He looked out the window and saw Harry cycling away, preferably to an orphanage, a relative, or maybe even to a classmate's house. Jerry started sprinting down the stairs, and out the door, and down the road. Barely catching up, though.
After a long while of cycling, Harry had finally made it to his Dad's friend's house. He started noisily banging on the door, and after about 10 seconds the door was wide open, and Harry had swiftly slipped inside. "So, what brings you here, Harry?" He asked.
"It's Jerry... He's trying to kill me. Do you think you could drive me to my Uncle's? He lives in Scotland." Asked Harry.
"Hmm... Only if you promise you won't wast anymore of my time, sure. Just navigate me correctly, though." And then they started driving. Harry navigated carefully, and, eventually, they got to his Uncle's. 'Darn it, wish I had had the time to pack.. Oh well' Harry thought. "Thanks. Good luck on the way back. I wrote you navigations on this paper." Harry said, handing the paper to his late Father's friend. "Thank you. And good luck, to you two. Harry." He patted Harry on the back, and got in the car and drove away.
Luckily, Jerry was never able to find Harry, since he was so far away. In fact, Harry had been lucky to have escaped so quickly. Anyway, this is the end of 'Traitor', so, until very later on I will make a part 2. Until then, cya around, folks!
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Traitor
HorrorThis book, is based on Harry, who has a friend called Jerry. This book may have a mixture of, Cannibalism, death, dreams, and maybe the slightest comedy. Be warned, humans. Aliens is what you are about to witness.
