Part 5: Narrator

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A frightened Webigail Vanderquack woke up in the middle of the night, sweat running down her face. She gasped for breath and frantically looked around the room, making sure that she was safe.

She then held up her arm and saw the friendship bracelet that she had made for her and Lena. Tears formed up in her eyes, and one burned as it rolled down her cheek.  She then felt that she was safe: For it was all just a bad dream.

When she went back to bed, Lena's figure formed in her shadow. It patted her on the head and disappeared back into Webby's shadow. It was all just a dream.


This was the first story I ever typed with WattPad and has remained private for a long time. Btw sorry if it is complete trash. 


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