Chapter 32- Zehra

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"You go ahead, I need to talk with Louie..."

I nod, glare at Louie and walk off. 

I don't hate Louie.

...

Well, no. I hate Louie.  BUT I HAVE MY REASONS!!!

He's mad at me because I love his brother, and his brother loves me. He was supposed to protect my sister!

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!! 

When you love someone, you STOP them from getting kidnapped! RIGHT?! 

YEAH!

BUT NOOOO!!

LLEWELLYN DUCK IS AS DUMB AND CONFUSED AS MY HISTORY TEACHER!! (I'm looking at you, Mr. Campbell)

IF HE CAN'T DO HIS JOB OF PROTECTING HIS GIRLFRIEND, I MIGHT JUST KIDNAP HER AND MAKE HER LIVE WITH ME!

But that would make Matt sad...

Matt...

"Hey, Matt Attack, what's up?" I push the back of my little brother's head, making him groan.

"Ow... Not much, just thinking..." He answers... not turned around.

"You know... it's rude to not look at someone when you talk." I creep behind.

"Oh yeah?" He says, STILL NOT LOOKING AT ME!!!

"Yeah!" I wrap my arm around his neck and ruffle his hair. He laughs, and tries to fight me off.

"OW! GAH- STOP!" He yells.

I laugh and move my arm so it looks like we're hugging... and I'm not choking him.

I look happy, but...

My sister is gone...

She's probably becoming a killer, and most likely already is.

She'll kill every S.H.U.S.H agent, and there's nothing we can do about it...

"Alright." We all turn to face Louie.

"Me, Huey, Webby, Violet, and Lena are already looking for Mrs. B and Athen-"

I cut him off.

"THEY HAVE AUNTIE BEAKLEY?!" I rush at Louie, but Dewey pulls me back.

...

That doesn't mean I stop fighting.

Dewey's grip on me tightens, but NO! I WILL KILL LOUIE!!!

"ZEHRA! NO, CALM DOWN!" Dewey says, trying his best to hold me back.

WHAT'S REALLY ANNOYING IS THAT LOUIE DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH! HE'S JUST SMUGLY SMILING!!!

That's another reason I hate him.

"Yes. Yes, they do." Louie says calmly.

I stop.

I stop and Dewey loosens his grip.

Bad call, Dew.

I pounce on Louie.

Not like he was expecting it.

I raise my fist and am about to punch that sly smirk off his face.

That is until Dewey pulls me back.

I try to get off his hold, but he says something that makes me have a weird reaction.

"Zehra," Dewey says calmly, holding my arms, trying to get me to look at him.

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