Three Facts

Chapter Seven

At this moment right now, a really good question to ask is where did all the time go?

I'm currently hiding under the kitchen table with Ray, Brendon, Pete, Patrick, Ryan, and even Mrs. Oliver, waiting for the birthday boy to walk in the kitchen. I wonder if he expects me to actually be his birthday present. I don't really know, but I hope me spending the day with Frank is enough. Suddenly, Mrs. Oliver shushes Pete and Ray who are whispering. I listen carefully and hear the floor creaking. I hold up my hands and begin to mouth the numbers.

1

2

3

"Happy birthday Frank!" We all shout, jumping out from under the table. Frank grins.

"Thank you!" He says happily. I see his eyes go wide as he sees the sight of his Frankenstein cake. "That looks so cool!" Frank runs over to the table. Mrs. Oliver walks over to Frank and kisses him on the head. "Thanks Ma. Thank you so much guys!" We all sit at the table and I take out a lighter to light the sixteen candles. Then we all begin to sing.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear Frankie.

Happy birthday to you.

"Now make a wish!" Ryan shouts. Frank thinks for a moment, but then closes his eyes. Just like that, the candles are blown out.

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"Ready to go Frank?" I yell standing at his closed door.

"Yeah! Just wait a moment!" I tap my fingers on the door impatiently. I haven't been to a haunted house sense I was ten and that's because they scared the pee out of me...literally. I turn my attention back to the door as I hear the nob turning. The door opens and I smile as I see Frank. He's wearing a purple jacket with black ripped up jeans and black fingerless gloves. "I'm ready." He says.

"Good. Let's go to my car. I have some fun stuff planed today."

"Why can't I know where we're going Gee!" Frank wines. I laugh and then he gives me the face. The stupid puppy dog face.

"Because surprises. Now let's go!" I start to walk up the stairs and Frank follows. Today's going to be great.

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"New Jersey's Haunted Manor!" Frank yells, hoping out of the car. "I always wanted to go here." I get out of the car and lead Frank to the line. That long long line of people wanting to get scared...

"It's crowded." I sigh. Frank just shrugs and then tries to look over everyone so he can see the house I'm guessing. He's moving around on his tippy toes, trying to see over the crowd of people. "Need help?" Frank looks at me confused. I chuckle, kneeling down. "Get on." Suddenly, I feel Frank's leg weight on my shoulders and his hands resting on my head. I carefully stand. "Can you see?"

"Yeah." Frank responds. "It looks so cool. I'm excited. The line is too long." Right then, I see the manager of the place walking down the line. I stumble a bit, Frank yanking my jet black hair. I whimper. "S-sorry."

"It's okay." I respond. "Excuse me, sir?" The manager guy looks at me and walks closer. "You see, It's my friend Frank's birthday and I was wondering if maybe we could get to the fr-"

"Sure." I stare surprised but then smile and follow Mr. Manager guy.

"Thank you Gee." Frank says.