"Hes the same!" I say loudly to Matthew
"It's a trick."
"Are you sure?" I say breathing heavily trying to keep up with Matthew
"Positive" He nods "He went somewhere last night, and he lied about it"
"How do you know?" I ask
"I do, trust me"
And I do. He's the only trustworthy person so far in Sweet Maple Pines. I wipe collecting sweat off my face following Matthew.
"Where are we going?" I stop walking already tired from the short walk
"We are leaving" He snaps continuing to walk without me
"Hold up, I'm not so sure about leaving anymore" I confess
Matthew whirls around with angry eyes. He stops in front of me shooting lasers at me with his brown eyes.
"Why not?" He shrugs
"Something isn't right"
Deep down, I know something is wrong. Leaving isn't right anymore. I missing something. Something right under my nose. The pies? Duh. But there's something more.
I avert his eyes and I end up looking at the neighbors. Kids fold up papers into airplanes, shooting them through the air. Another woman walks reading the same colorful paper. The paper boy rides down the street tossing newspapers wrapped with the colorful paper.
"What are those?" I ask curiously
"Don't change the topic" He growls
"Seriously" I say. One kid throws a airplane that swirls through the air and lands near me and Matthew.
I push past him picking it up and unfolding it. All the color hurts my eyes and the Photoshop is terrible. A woman holds a pie and two kids float behind her with cheesy grins.
Annual Bake- OFF
"Oh no" I stand beside Matthew so he can read
I end up reading out loud anyway.
"Annual Bake- Off. Bring all your best homemade pies. Share your recipes. Have a chance to win 1,000,000 U.S dollars" I pause looking at Matthew uneasily "And for the chance to have your pies on the shelf of stores and your very own brand"
"So, the whole world's screwed" Matthew starts walking again "So are we leaving or what?"
"We can't just leave!" My mouth hangs open at his coldness. He'll let the world just end like this. If any of these pies win then we're doomed.
"Really, Morris?" He turns around "What do I have to do to get you to leave with me? Huh?"
"Nothing because I'm not leaving" I say "And I have somewhere to be"
I rush off for Debras Pie Store. In approximately one day and seven hours this bake off will start.
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Sweet Maple Pines
Novela JuvenilRemember Grandma's pie? The first delicious mouth watering slice? Was it Pecan? Maybe Blueberry? Don't answer because when you finished that slice did you ever bother to think where sweet ol' granny got her recipe. She tells you it's secret but this...
