Philip awoke to a glorious morning, with the sun shining on the freshly coated snow.
"Philip?" His mom knocked on his door.
"Yea?" He asked.
His mom opened the door and came in. She sat down on his bed, smelling like strawberries.
"School was closed today, because, as you can see, the snow. So I was thinking maybe, if you have all your work done, you can go to your friends' houses or they come here," his mom suggested.
Philip gazed at his mother with joy.
"You mean it?" He could barely contain his excitement.
His mother smiled and nodded.
"B-but, why? I've been, supposedly, such a bad kid," Philip said, confused.
"I know, Philly, but I want you to go out and have fun a little bit, because I feel bad of what you're going through," Philip's mom said, putting a hand on her son's shoulder.
"Really?" Philip asked.
His mom nodded.
"Do you have all your work done?" She asked.
"Well, I have to do a few math problems, but otherwise, I'm pretty much done," Philip said.
"Ok, so how about you come downstairs and eat breakfast first?" His mom suggested, getting up from his bed.
Philip agreed and they both went downstairs.
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Barry awoke to the sound of Justin raiding their mini fridge in their hotel room.
"Justin! What the heck are you doing?" Barry shouted, angrily. Justin turned around, startled.
"Uh, ever hear of someone who's hungry?" Justin asked, going back to his search for good food.
Barry sighed. He slowly got out of bed and opened up the curtains to reveal sunshine and snow.
"WHY don't we have anything good in our fridge??" Justin demanded.
"Justin, Justin, Justin. SHUT UP," Barry said.
"Fine. Excuse me while I go to the grocery store and get some GOOD food. Yeesh," Justin said, getting up. He grabbed his keys and went out the door.
Barry sat down on his bed, worried and concerned.
Tomorrow is the day we bomb the place up. But what if someone believes the kid? What if the police and FBI are onto us? Then we'll have to go to jail! No, that CAN'T happen. We HAVE to do something about that boy before someone believes him.
Barry's wheels were turning hard, and by the time Justin came back with 'good food', Barry had a well-planned idea to get rid of the boy.
"C'mon, Justin, time to do a little mischief."
"OOOOOH!"
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AdventureThis is a story about a fifteen year old boy named Philip. He deals with suspension and losing a bunch of privileges. But none is more challenging then having to deal with terrorists. That's right, terrorists. But at the same time, his own friend tu...
