We lingered around the semi-empty park for some time, waiting for Spencer, while Butters squealed and wriggled around in my arms. At last, Spencer had arrived from some shady corner between the trees. Ignoring the fact she had magically appeared behind two barren, dead trees, we walked and attempted to find the garden Spencer had been dying for us to visit. Yet the so-called "shortcut" Spencer told us to follow seemed like an hour-long. Compared to the original route, it was a damn 43-minute difference.
As we sauntered and walked for what seemed like forever, we had finally come upon the garden. The roses and tulips bloomed with such an arrogant sense. Weeping, drooping flowers scattered the area here and there yet their gloominess was but nothing compared to the morning-dew glistened, bright, sunflowers, tulips, roses, and dogwoods. As I lingered around dazed at the collection of petaled rainbows, Spencer had been rolling around with Butters.
A few hours had passed and we decided to head inside to the conjoined book and coffee shop. I bought a caramel, toasted marshmallow and vanilla iced latte for both me and Spencer, As i sat down in the aged-orange leather couches, I had gotten a message on my phone mentioning something about a "get-together" from Ruby, who, besides Bucket, had been my greatest friend for almost a near-decade.
"Hey, Emerald, it's Ruby I just wanted to tell you that me Spencer, Jake, Riley, Lily, Renee, Hannah and all they are having a "get-together" it is gonna be the bomb! you will love it! Oh and bring Butters and you can bring your umm.. little "friend" Bucket too!"
I had been momentarily deciding if I should attend it or not. I mean Spencer was gonna be there but I also figured I should acknowledge the fact that Allison Golinskii is going to be there and she may or may not be satan's daughter reincarnated as a blonde, popular chick. But just the way Ruby had put it I figured I might as well go but only for an hour at the maximum. I had been trembling with nervousness in the middle of the library as my brain swirled around millions of questions like "what if Spencer asks me to dance"?, "What would I say?" and various others i don't think should be disclosed in a book such as this one.
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Ghost Town||ONGOING
Mystery / Thriller{Before-hand TW: Homophobia, self-harm, and transphobia are all contents this book contains} A small town in Georgia. Not much too it. Yet no one refers to the town by its actual name. Emerald Moussett is the only curious one. With every single pers...
