This chapter takes place before the Prologue.
"Sophie, Keefe's here!" Hearing Edaline's voice made Sophie grudgingly get out of bed. But then she realized that Keefe was coming over to hang out today. She jumped out of bed, opened each of her drawers and pulled out one from each.
Sophie threw on a nice violet sweatshirt with black sweatpants. Then she looked in the mirror.
"No!" Sophie gasped. Her hair looked like . . . Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games! "Um, uh . . . ah!" Sophie fumbled in her bin for the biggest, tallest hat. Luckily, and oddly enough, she found a grey top hat right at the bottom.
"Coming!" Sophie called, rushing down the stairs.
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"Whoa, what's with the top hat, Foster," Keefe smirked at her strange accessory.
"Um, well, I thought I would . . ." Sophie trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Oh, trying to impress me, eh?" Keefe's smirk only widened, hearing Sophie's answer.
"Not trying to impress you," Grady said as he walked to greet Sophie. "Especially not you. We're going out today, and this is what she's wearing." Sophie looked over to her dad and sent a silent thank you.
"Now," Grady continued, "what do you two plan on doing today?" Keefe raised his hand to his chin, rubbing it as he thought.
"We could . . . prank our friends?"
Grady frowned. "As long as it's nowhere near this household, and if Sophie gets in trouble, I'm blaming you." They both nodded and went back up to Sophie's room.
"You can set your bag on that chair over there," Sophie said, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Although this isn't one of your best ideas, I'm a little curious to see how this will play out. We can write down ideas on a piece of paper, and then find out who to do the prank on."
"Okay," Keefe answered. "And it's fine; I can hold onto my bag."
Sophie furrowed her brows. "Uh, okay then." What was that about? Sophie thought. It's just a bag. Sheesh. Sophie eventually found one of her millions of notebooks. Who knew why she had so many? She flipped to an empty page and labelled it "Prank Brainstorm."
Keefe glanced over and said, "That name won't work. We need to label this something amazing! Like . . . Keefe's Prank Quest!" Sophie narrowed her brows. "Um, okay then . . . ?"
"We shall commence the prank brainstorming after I go to the washroom. Actually, you can start without me. Look in my bag for inspiration; I brought some supplies just in case 一 wait, don't go in my bag because, well, I mean, you can go in my bag but I'd prefer it if you didn't but 一 ugh, you know what? Do what you want! Just don't go in that little pocket on the side. Got it? Bye!" Keefe practically stormed out of her room.
Okay, Sophie thought. Something is definitely up.
"Ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this," Sophie said as she slowly made her way to Keefe's bag. It was black with light purple swirls on it, which was strange because for one, Keefe had never shown it to her, and two, Keefe had shown no interest in purple. Ever.
Sophie unzipped the bag to find loads of liquids from Slurps 'n' Burps, this bag of squishy ants and tons of bouncy balls.
"So he brought prank supplies," Sophie said as she took out a bouncy ball. Once she saw what it looked like, she let out a little squeal and threw it back into the sack.
"That was horrifying," she said. (It was a creepy guy with green hair and horribly done red lipstick) "Where could he have gotten that from? Wait 一 didn't Keefe mention something about a side pocket on this bag? I wonder . . ."
Sophie peered at the bag from all different sides until she found a little pocket. With trembling hands, she carefully unzipped the pocket, and found . . .
"A note?" Sophie asked herself. The piece of parchment looked somewhat fresh, so it must've been sent recently. Sophie pulled out the note and unfolded it.
May 17, 20xx
Dear Keefe,
Hello, again. How are you? We hope you are well. And how's Sophie Foster? Is she well? And what about your father? Has he written any books lately? Anyway, we do hope that you are able to come up with some sort of plan later on for future needs. If you could, meet us in Alluveterre tomorrow afternoon. There is something you need to know.
Sincerely, M.S. and Z.S.
Sophie furrowed her brows. Was Keefe keeping secrets from her? And who are M.S. and Z.S.? How do these people know her? And how did they know the exact date? Not even Sophie kept track of the date nowadays. There were so many questions spinning around in her head that she didn't notice loud footsteps coming her way. Keefe.
Sophie unzipped and scrambled away from the bag, jumping onto her bed. She stuffed the note into her pocket just in time, because Keefe came into the room a moment later.
"Hey," Keefe said. He immediately noticed the unzipped. "So you went to see my supplies? What did you think?" Sophie bit her lip; she realized that she forgot to zip up the pocket with the note.
"Um, yeah, I did. Interesting, uh, bouncy balls. Why don't we head downstairs for something to eat? It's almost lunch." Luckily, it was 11:23 to be exact.
"Oh, thanks, I'm starving," Keefe ran down to the kitchen. Sophie followed after him but paused to zip up the pocket with the note.
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