Ophelia Myrick, a normal fifteen year old girl whose in her freshman year of high school with her two best friends, Ethan Morgan and Benny Weir, was living a normal life, or at least though she thought she was living the normal life before it all we...
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"Let me in!" Sarah yelled, banging on the door, "Hurry!" She pleaded.
"Oh!" Benny grunted, running around to the other side of the bed.
"Okie Dokie," I said as I ran over to help them move the bed.
We once again returned to the opposite side of the bed and pulled it back to where it originally was.
Ethan went to the door and opened it, letting Sarah in.
She pushed the door open with her palms, the three of us joining her to help her close it and keep it closed.
We all took a deep breath and tried to keep calm for the remainder of the time we were going to be stuck in Ethan's bedroom.
"What happened?" I asked her, "Where is he?" I questioned, leaning my back against the door, Ethan and Benny doing the same thing.
"Let's just say I introduced him to some of Ethan's mom's good silverware," She told me, looking in between the three of us as we panted. We switched positions and pushed the door closed with the palms of our hands, "What do you have for weapons?" Sarah asked, looking towards Ethan.
"Um..." Ethan hummed, darting his eyes around his room, "I don't know. Um..." He said, Benny and him leaving the door to go to check Ethan's shelf for anything useful, "Uh, ha!" Ethan cheered, grabbing something off of his shelf, "Ha! Ha! Ha! How about this?" He asked, walking back over to the door and handing Sarah a trophy.
"A debating trophy?!" Sarah exclaimed with a look of confusion.
"It's the pointiest!" Ethan told her.
"Ugh!" Sarah groaned, turning back around towards the door.
"Hey, hey, hey," Benny spoke up, pulling Ethan's hockey stick out of the corner of his room and walking over to us with it, "We can make a stake out of this," He noted.
"No, no, no, no, no," Ethan said, shaking his head, frantically, "That is autographed!" He told Benny, tugging on it.
"By...By who?" Benny asked, tugging on the other end of the hockey stick, flipping the end of it up to see a name written in marker, "Ryan Seacrest?! Really?" He asked, looking at Ethan.
Ethan raced over to his desk and grabbed pencils out of a pencil cup sitting behind a computer, "These are perfect!" He said, "Sharp and wooden!"
"Great!" I cheered sarcastically, "If we're fighting vampire squirrels!" I told him as I held the door shut.
"Guys, he's coming!" Sarah yelled, hearing footsteps outside in the hallway, "Hurry!" She yelled again.
