Nadia: Maybe.. It's a shame the librarian won't give us more information about them. But who needs her?
Erica: We.
Nadia: Sometimes I forget how cut off from reality you are. We'll get information about them online, that's where you can find anything.
Erica: Great!
I'm filled with hope.
Erica: How are we going to do this?
She turned off the TV and lead me to a room. From the double bed I concluded that it was her parents' bedroom.
Nadia: We're going in through Dad's computer, he won't have a problem..
At the touch of a few buttons we had opened the computer and were doing the search.
Nadia: Well..Her finger was wandering on the mouse's central washer. The page was moved slowly down. Hundreds of websites appeared, but none seemed to live up to our needs.
Nadia: Are you sure that's the author's name?
Erica: Absolutely!
It's the only thing I could resort to comforting me and finding answers to what I couldn't find.
Nadia: Maybe that'll be it.
I see the page before she clicks on it. A newspaper < The people responsible for the fire arrows scandal have been arrested today >
.Erica: What? What scandal?
We must have made a mistake.
Nadia keeps going down. Date: 9 August 1996.
Erica: Is it that old?
Nadia: Sure! And that's what it looks like.
She mocked the site's bizarre structure, "Today the people responsible for the scandal of writing the books in the series of fiery arrows...
Jason: What are you doing with my computer?
Nadia: Nothing, Dad, we were just looking for something.
He approached us and looked at the screen. He quickly removed us with his hands and turned off the computer.
Jason: Quick, come on, you have to go to bed.
We walked away and went to bed.
Nadia: What do you think has happened?But why would there be some kind of scandal with writers?
Erica: With these books I felt as if I had a direct connection. I took a lot of things from them and applied them to my behavior, they are by no means bad or scandalous.
Nadia: It seems that the newspaper of that time had the opposite view. Also, my dad had a very strange attitude before, he's hiding something...
Erica: Do you think he knows about the scandal?
Nadia: No.. Maybe not, my dad's a very quiet and simple man, he doesn't like trouble.
And indeed this was the Mr. Jason I had met.
Erica: We need to know more. He came in and we didn't have a good time to see what it was all about.
We made the deal that tomorrow we'd revisit the site and learn everything.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Alarm clock, we ate a little, got ready and left for school. Excruciating the hours he had to go through to finally find out the value of the books. I felt a little incompetent and weak that I couldn't help to anything.
All I was able to do was provide psychological support, I couldn't even heal her mother, and all my efforts to identify the break-in had fallen into limbo. The good news is, for a moment, she'd forgotten about that.
With everything that was going on, it didn't bother her anymore, and it seemed like a little problem. Like an unsying thought that rarely crossed her mind, that there was a chance she'd be broke into her house again.It was covered in bigger and more painful thoughts.
I took out a book and placed it on the desk, a shadow flickering in my eyelids.
Costas: You dropped that.
He delivers the paper to me .
< Light creates security and darkness danger."
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The Elevator
Teen FictionErrica: Get out of here now! I am screaming, I am feeling my throat burning. My voice rising from the depths of my lungs and as a tingling spread all over my body. The power of my phrase being so great that it's becoming what i'm anxiously yelling a...
