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[Teen Fiction/Young Adult]
《A feel-good, Christmas rom-com musical 》
Seventeen-year-old Evie decides to fulfill a unique wishlist mentioned in her unwell grandmother's old book, oblivious of the effects those wishes will have up...
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"What happened to you all of a sudden?", Lenna asked as the three of us almost ran back to the café.
The moment I saw the scar, I dragged both Darcy and Lenna out, making excuses about our rehearsals, which was partially true. Our practice had another hour or so left, but we left just after half an hour from home.
"It's Mr. Joe! He's not what he is. He's been hiding it from us for so long!", I shouted as we walked past the crowded pathway.
"Hiding what?", Darcy asked back, shouting just like me.
"That he's my grandpa! Mr. Joe is my grandfather!"
"You're kidding me!"
"I don't want to myself!"
"Can you two just stop shouting and talk like normal people!?"
Lenna's raised voice instantly reminded us that we were still running through the mob, and people were giving us eerie glances.
"Could've told us sooner," murmured Darcy. I rolled my eyes while Lenna shot her a glare.
"Alright, leave that. I've got to talk with Mr. Joe slash who might turn out to be my grandpa."
Lenna clicked her fingers, "right."
We quickly made our way towards the café and entered in a rush. People were there as usual, and so were the boys. They were sitting at our usual table, so we straight away went towards them.
"Hey, girls," Trace waved at us.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"I gotta go," I muttered hurriedly and was about to walk towards the kitchen at the back when suddenly Colt grabbed my wrist.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the hurry about?"
"It's exactly what it is about," Derick said with a shrug and soon gained death glares from all of us.
I sighed, "it's about Mr. Joe. He just might be my grandfather."
"Woah, you don't say that!", Trace exclaimed.
Colt furrowed, "you're serious? I mean, for real?"
I gave him an annoyed glare, "of course, I'm being real, Colt. Check this out."
I took out grandpa's photograph from my pocket and placed it in the center of the table. Colt grabbed it and observed it carefully.
"Wow. Your grandfather looks so great in the uniform," he said, "but, I don't understand. What makes you think that Mr. Joe is him?"
"You see that scar there over his eyebrow?", I pointed on the photograph, "you'll see that same scar on Mr. Joe's as well."
Colt observed much carefully this time as his eyes widened with surprise.
