Hellođ, currently I am working on getting better at writing.Reading and writing are my hobbyâs.My favorite book genre is fantasy.
Hellođ, currently I am working on getting better at writing.Reading and writing are my hobbyâs.My favorite book genre is fantasy.
âMy name is wolf, ok? You donât get to know my real name.â âWhy not?â I walked in a hurried pace to catch up to his fast moving steps as I talked. âFine, fine..Iâll tell you, but stop pestering me!â âOk, alright..so whatâs your name?â I asked. âMy actual name is duck, no,no! Of course Iâm not telling you my name.â âWhy do you always refuse to tell me your name!â âHey, you try having a brother who you only found out about days ago, and that he was actually part of the group of bad guys working against you! The only reason Iâm talking to you is because I found you through my job, nothing more, and nothing less.â He threw his hands up in the air, and kept walking through the building, and towards an elevator. I tap him on the shoulder. âWhat!âhe turned his head to me. âIf I pay you, will you please pretend to be my friend, just this week?â âWhy would I do that?â His face looked like it was telling me that I was a crazy psychopath at that point. âSorry, itâs a bit of a bad timing. But..you have a reputation in our world, and I need to use that to escape some..â I leaned in to whisper my next words. âDemons.â âI can do that, but..why?â He looked at me, asking for a reason for him to let me use his reputation. âIâll give you my daemon magic. All of it.â âYouâre crazy! But..you have a deal. Now transfer your magic to me.â I let the darkness seep itself out of me, and eventually the big shadowy bubble pops right into him. It works! âNow..letâs go be âfriendsâ
I tightened the rubber band around my dark colored hair, hoping that my ponytail wouldnât slip out while I was on my shift at the zoo. Then I heard a rustling, something moving. âWEE WOoO WEEE WOOO..â âOh myâŚtheyâre at it again. Animals killing and attacking our workers, Iâve lost track of how many times Iâve seen coworkers of mine get bitten by a crocodile.â Aaron sighed for a rather long time. Then he turned to me, his face showing amusement. âAre you actually scared of the very animals weâre working with?â He smirked..as if he knew anything about me! I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I snatched his baseball cap from him. âWeâll..weâll see who really is the scared one.â Ivan came up behind us. âYou too are acting like kids. Go to your shifts! Aaron, Rey, you both act like this job is nothing but a place to hang out. Since you both are acting this way..Rey you get the shift at Joeâs pasture. Aaron will get your old one.â âWhat?!â I almost screamed, but still, please not thatâthat devil. Ivan just stands where he is and tells us both to go to our new shifts. JoeâŚâWhy Joe..? UghâŚâ I groaned for a bit, while slowly moving to Joeâs pasture. Amelia, a short girl with curly blond hair, whoâs 15, volunteers as a helper. For some reason she was at Joeâs pasture, and it looked like she was panicking, while pacing around. âWhatâs happened?â I waved at the nervous fifteen year old. âItâs..itâs nothing.â âOk..â but seriously, whoâd believe this girl if they saw her, pacing around and being all nervous like. But then I saw something that actually distracted me from this whole scene. As I was looking for Joe, I spotted nothing. Joeâs here, right.? Joeâs gotta be here. He has to be here. I keep repeating it in my head. âAmelia. Joe. Did you see Joe?â But thatâs when it clicked, Amelia just went frozen and couldnât move her face for a few seconds. It looked like she was trying to speak but couldnât. Then finally, Amelia spoke. âIâm..Iâm sorry! Joe suddenly just got thisâthis bellicose look! His eyes were fiercer than before, I feared what he might do so I stayed for the next shift. And..He striked. Somehow he got out, I didnât tell anyone, but I know itâs not you. Someone helped him escape.â She hurriedly said it all, then afterwards, Amelia started shivering and rubbing her arms.
WellâŚthat changes things.
I told Amelia to try to keep it a secret to our coworkers for now, to try to keep a temporary secret.
I sprinted through our grounds, searching for a wild, dangerous beast. And also..maybe one accomplice.
Eventually, I spotted Aaron again. He seemed like he was too happy for no reason. He was grinning to himself, but not shouting his joys out loud like the usual.
âAaron, have you seen Joe today?â âHaha, you didnât..lose him, did you?â He grinned at me, but also seemed a bit too distracted.
âYou did it.â I pointed at him. He dropped his hands to his sides. âIâm only trying to get my friend back. Honestly, why does this planet insist on keeping my friend trapped against his will here? I miss him..â he sniffled a little. Then I noticed something.
âYouâre..one of those aliens, arenât you?â âSo is he, and..so is she. But then again..she is pretending to be someone sheâs not. Sheâs scared, afraid, I tried to talk her out of it.â He sighed about the last part.
Who is he talking about?
âI see you donât get it, well..Joe isnât actually a lion, heâs a person. Heâs a shapeshifter to be more exact. And..my best friend. Also..Amelia, when she started working here I thought she looked familiar and then a day later, I knew. Amelia isnât human either, sheâs disguising herself, she must be from the planet across from mine.â To you, we..aliens, I suppose.
He shrugged at the last part. Aliens. But somehow, I couldnât quite get something. âWait..why did you go toââ Someone was approaching behind Aaron, his face was an almost translucent color but like a rock or mineral. There were cracks on his face.
âBye.â Was all he said.
Then..they disappeared right in front of my eyes. Wait..what?!
I walked through the park in all my galore. I wore a t-shirt that said Fall festival, green pants, a jacket tied around my waist, my head high, and I let my short blond hair with streaks of gold, purple, and brown stand out as I walked. My eyes were a sharp green color. My earring werenât fancy but they had a small but fierce look to them, they had tiny spikes, a few frills, and a light but long streak of the color gold. I knew what my face looked like, it had no Makeup, what I was wearing was really the thing that mattered. My arms had tattoos that snaked along me to look like some kind of creature, a dragon. When I looked at people, I gave them a sharp, serious, but definitely not an angry gaze. My stare and gaze was always something that someone would say held a sharp meaning to it, but you could tell I was always up to some spontaneity. âTroublemakerâ âHaha, sheâs at it again, the teacher will be mad for sureâŚâ âI wonder why she does this?..â âNow itâs like I canât think about this school not having her hereâ Those are what other students would say as I made my daring adventures. Zane walked to his desk. His hair was orange and his face had a few freckles, he held no outward rebellious look. In fact he was quite a normal guy but a great friend. He usually had this friendly face around people he kind of knew, a normal face around friends, and a straight poker face around strangers or people he didnât know well. I think heâs lonely, is sometimes what I think about him. But he doesnât act as that. He acts like chameleon at school, but then he acts like a fierce lynx when heâs with me, or with Jake. âWhat, are you seriously daydreaming now?â Zane asks in a joking manner. âWhat better time?â I answered. But first..I made a wicked grin. It was time to cause chaos. I grabbed Zane, and then ran to the classroom two rooms next to our classroom. Amanda was there, standing up and it looked liked she had been in the middle of a presentation on political parties in her civics class. I could see her speaking, her voice was clear and audible, her dark raven hair was swept into a long braid, and she was speaking like a natural in front of her class with four other of her classmates. But she spotted us peeking through the doorway, and that smiling, joking, but on the task voice was gone. âSorry, Mr. J, I have to go. Sara, brayden, aiko, Li, emergency plan presentation!â She whispered the last part out. I could tell her classmates heard her because a boy with brown fuzzy hair whispered back a âwe got itâ and did a thumbs up to her. And her other classmates on the presentation made their own acknowledgments. âMr. Jâ, which stood for Mr. Jayhill, was starting to tell Amanda to go back to presenting, and he said it in a steely but tired tone of voice. Amanda apologized to her teacher but then said simply, she had to go. That was true. We three are a group, we stick together. Calling something like this, shouldnât be missed, unless they have a good reason of course. Then when Amanda came we all broke out to a run. We ran through the halls, going to classroom to classroom, yelling, throwing balloons into the classrooms. These ballooons werenât the helium filled ones, they were cheaper and didnât float but they still served their purpose. Kids starting talking louder, laughing when we came, some of them were acquaintances so we said hiâs or byeâs to them. But to each room in the school, we continues along and when we ran out of balloons, we kept running and screaming, or saying random things to the classrooms. We were doing thing that would probably get us into trouble, as when we did things like this, we always did. It was always worth it though. We had our reasons for it too. We never did violence, bullying, or hurting. we always did things that involved ditching classes sometimes. We werenât mean kids but we did like having chaos and fun. Because thatâs who we are. I gave a wicked grin once more, and so did Zane and Amanda.
âNOOOOOO!!!!â Jack yelled at his computer, slamming his hands flat on his desk. âI.DIED.AGAIN!â He yelled at the computer again.
âYouâre kind of bad at that game thoughâ I said to my younger brother, shrugging as I sink into the couch, watching Netflix.
Jack sulks, logging back into the game and attempting to fight the boss that he couldnât before have won against.
Then I remember what I was going to say to him but forgot until now.
âOh, hey Jack, so.... yesterday apparently while I was going to that new opened mall, so I went to Ice-melon, got a strawberry shake and...â I trailed off for a moment, wondering what his reaction would be to what I was about to say. âI got framed for being TheIvanToad 123942782â I say bluntly, not missing how he flips his chair around and turns around with a face full of utter surprise. âTheIvanToad123942782??? You know heâs infamous for being in all social mediaâs, many times banned but came back somehow. Heâs known for stealing other peopleâs work,hacking, and cyber bullying. How did that even happen anyways??â
âOh. Sooooo, I sat in a chair, waiting for my shake and so while I did that, I went in my phone and checked insta. Then, you know Amelia? From when we were in elementary school? I have her on friends and she messaged me, asked me if I could friend this random user. I said sure, it didnât even say TheIvanToad 123942782, their user said Snowman_Llama2791_, but it turns out, as soon as I friended them, I got a message from them saying âhahahaha, you got scammed by TheIvanToad 123942782âsame as your friend.â Then instantly after that, I got a message saying I owed a debt of $300, and my user was kicked out for 24 hours. I.WAS.SCAMMED.â I yelled the last part out in frustration.
âI knew Iâd regret it if I didnât say it right nowâ I say, after I calmed down a moment later.
I walk into this big, brick building for the first time. It feels as if the building is looming over me. As I walk in, I see many rooms and many doors in the entrance. Lost of people are walking beside me and everywhere. It feels big and old, used for many years. âBye, Ellie!â My mom calls back to me as she waved and leaves me to explore the big building to find my room. âThis way, this way, please!â Someoneâmaybe they work here, points to an open doorway to a big room. I step in and the moment I do, I hear a lot of talkingâthe amount where you would even wonder if weâre humans. But then again, weâre students.
âHey! Are you new?â A girl who looks at least a year older than me, with a red backpack, patterned with stripes,zigzags, and various strange shapes on it, looks at me and asks.
âOh. Yeah, howâd you know?â Iâm pretty sure that Itâs not that obvious, or maybe it is??
âOh! Well...I noticed you didnât go to your grade levels line. You also had that name tag thing for people who itâs their first time here.â
âOhâ, I guess it is just that obvious.
âYeah, Iâve been homeschooled before but decided to start going to the actual school.â I answer again.
âOh, cool! I can show you your classroom, if youâd like?â She asks me in response.
âSureâ this building was pretty much having an ominous vibe to it, or at least to me.
A woman that I assumed was a teacher squinted her eyes our way.
âAmanda, what are you doing near the exit? Theyâre in the middle of taking attendance, so please stay seated at your grade levels line.â Huh. I hadnât noticed we had already gotten near the exit.
âAh.â Then the girl beside me, âAmandaâ as the teacher called her, raised her voice to a normal level. âSure, Ms. Zenin.â Then Amanda lowered her voice a bit. âAhh...schools kinda boring though, youâll eventually see. Sure, recess is fun but the learning isnât. Most teachers are nice but, Iâd rather just skip school and learn by myselfâand only learning things like soccer or writing, and Iâd choose the times Iâd learn or donât learn. Itâd feel cool to be free and chose anything in my opinion, what would you do if you changed school?â Amanda asks me, looking at me with a face full of curiosity.
âUmm...hmm.â I think for a moment then answer. âI donât know..â I mutter, not wanting her to catch that last part I said.
But she did, of course.
âOhâ is all she said for a moment, her eyes with a neutral and thoughtful expression for a small moment.
âWell, all in all....weâre late for our classes! Letâs. Go!â She said, running through the door and in the direction of whatever was her class.
We might get in trouble for running in the halls, or we might not, since thereâs no teachers around right now. But...right now, it feels awesome and I hope Amanda will be my friend. The rush of the breeze as we run sweeps by us, it feels so exhilarating. I think, grinning at my thoughts, as I run in the halls after my I-think-friend.
I walk home from my school dark at night, ready to be home and done with school for the day. Then a person walks out of the shadows from behind and stalks closer toward where Iâm walking. âHello...?â I ask to the person, taking a small step back. The personâhe looks around 18-21 years old,brown hair,dark pants, and a red and black jacket.He says nothing in response and just keeps walking toward me. âW-who are you?.â I ask him, stumbling a little to step back from him. He grins-grins at me with an evil smile. Emotions swirl inside meâfear,shock, and nervousness. Then he takes out a timer and sets it to five minutes. âYou have exactly 5 minutes to convince me why I shouldnât kill you.â He says to me, grinning, then starts the timer. I rack through my brain, trying to think of the right words to say. Just five minutes to convince this psychopath why he shouldnât kill me?? I take a deep breath an just go for it. âOk so....why would you even want to kill someone? I didnât do anything to you and....â I take a deep breath before I say this because I donât want to inconvenience my parents...Iâm sorry mom and dad. âIâll pay you 5,000 dollars if you let me live.â I make a straight face at him, staring him in the eye. Iâm not exactly lying about this, I have that much money at least in my bank account. But if I can, Iâll call the police before he gets the chance to collect it of course.. âI donât need moneyâheck Iâm a free man now. Iâm not chained by the laws and I donât have to work,donât have to abide by stupid laws, IâM A FREE MAN, YOU HEAR THAT?!!â He practically screamed the last part out. My arms trembled, I had to force my arms to my sides so they wouldnât show that I was scared. âB-but...if youâre free, why kill people? If I was as free as you, Iâd probably watch movies,hang out with friends, and go to my favorite restaurants. Killing is a bit over the top...you have all the free time so why kill? Isnât it horrifying seeing the blood and screams? I think youâre not as free as you think...I think youâre hiding from your responsibilities and your mind has gone onto space, but...you can fight your mind and face your actions. If youâve already killed, go to prison or jail. At least youâll feel satisfied you had done the right thing. Wouldnât keeping that guilt and madness in your mind be like being in your own prison already? Even if it would mean you wouldnât be able to go back to your own home again...turn yourself in and redeem your mind and yourself or at least try.Face all those deaths youâve caused. Then, and only then you can feel satisfied youâve at least tried to make amends. Your mind may not be able to see it now but your already in a prison so just...donât kill more people. Stop yourself and realize what youâve done....please.â My hands are still shaking but I manage to meet his gaze, and look at him with seriousness, and....a question. He looks at me again, and this time...I see real, genuine emotions swirling on his face. I see sorrow for everything he did,anger at himself, and a broken, lost person. âI wonât kill you.â Is all he says, then he walks away. I donât know if he turned himself in or is still killing, or is somewhere, living by himself but...I feel satisfied that I at least told him that message.
I zipped up my jacket and continued to walk ahead.Then I saw it.A castle like entryway to somewhere unknown.I take out a piece of paper-my map and double check to make sure Iâm at the right place-you could never be too careful in Oriqe. âSam, remember this map.Remember the name Oriqe too.For Oriqe is a part of the world, some dare not travel there,some challenge the rumors, and some looking for the Sqerloth. A sloth said to have eyes like a snake,faster than a normal sloth,known for its green fur, and its huge bat like wings and it is said to be a huge sloth, bigger and huger than any other sloth! And they were also rumored to have magic if controlled by someoneâMy sister, Arelie had explained the rumors and storyâs to me a few years ago.
But now Iâm here to survive and maybe save.
We learned by now and by being fools.Sqersloth were never a myth they were real, and more ferocious than the tales.Apparently there was a person who could command flocks of Sqersloths and this person used an army to attack our village-as a lesson.
âIf you keep being ignorant to my wishesâa citizen of our country, just like you once were...youâll regret your choice.I warn you now if you help me Iâll help you but if you choose to ignore this matter, your lack of leadership will come back to youâ Once a citizen of our people, now a commander of a stirring of evil.She chose her side, we and our leader chose ours.What we didnât know was that She was right and the right get there vengeance someday.That day happened to be today.
I had run away from our town, not wanting to get caught up in a long war with her and our leader. âWe shouldnât have to pay the consequences for something our leader did!â I remember saying a few days ago.
I chuckle at that, oh how ignorant I was to that.
My words bit me back when she, the commanderâthe sloth mage fount out.The sloth commander took away my family and I had no choice but to run.And run I did.
Now Iâm in Oriqe about to enter that entryway and start fresh.Away from magic,vengeance, and war. I take a step and start to walk in the entryway.
âHa ha..!â I turn around as fast as I can and spot a girl. The girl tightened her ponytail on her dirty blond hair and smiled a little. âYou are Sam Rilanie, am I correct?â âYes..â âYouâve come to the right placeâand I know who you are because Iâm a crystal mage.â I groaned.Another mage.More magic... âIâm Rylea, I know what happened with you and...Nyxrea.â She said quietly with a serious face. âI donât know who Nyxrea isâ I saw nervously, biting my lip. âYou probably know her as The commander,Sloth commander, or the unknown commander.âRylea hesitated for a moment before adding. âSheâs my older sister.â I flinch and take a step back. âIâm not with her though, Iâm also working against her..! Please donât be afraid of me...I became a crystal mage in order to help those people.â She says nervously to me, tugging on end of her bag. âOkay...â I say slowly, I still donât fully trust Rylea but she seems nice and sibling arenât always alike, so she may not be as evil as her sister. I take her hand and shake it. âI can help you save your family and the other back thereâif you let me that is ?â âOk. Whatever it takes.â ,For them and not my fear. Together we pass the entryway and into the other side.
I take a big thick book out, it was one of my favorite book series too. A few minutes later I take out my phone to look online. I look on an online story app which I like to look at for reading. One of the characters didnât talk much,wasnât a very outgoing exciting person and he was thought to be shy to most readers.But he also in one part of the book had snapped at a person who was annoying him.Some people are just quiet because they have no reason to talk.They could if they want to but they want to do their own thing. Same as me, I shrug. Some Introverts are shy and reserved,some are just reserved,some just talk when they need to but like to do their own thing. Some are all of them.We have our thoughts and feelings but donât always say.We feel more comfortable around less crowds and more alone and at home time. I personally still like socializing, just not all the time. I exit the app and lay on the carpet of the living room. âUuurgh...â I say,just laying there. So many things are complicated. âYou Alive?â My sister, Alice asks me, peeking her head in the doorway. âYeah. Hi Aliceâ I say, waving from the floor. âSooo Watcha thinking about?â Alice asks me. I scrunch my nose up, thinking even harder. âHm..well donât strain your brain tooo much..â Alice says, teasing me and waving at me as she goes to another room in the house. I get a notification, itâs my friend. Cammy Arloh. Theyâre probably trying to get me to join his new club.The gamers club. But when I check my message from them itâs something different... It says: Cammy - Sarah! Cammy - guess what? Cammy - I got a puppy! A picture of a really young,really cute, golden retriever was there, eyes staring at me, making me want to reach into the picture and pet it. Aww.. Later I stop by to meet the puppy and say hi to my friend. âSo whatâs the puppyâs name?â I ask, curious to know. âPoppy.â Cammy says to me with a sad but happy smile. I remember from History class Poppy had been the symbol of remembrance for this who died in the war. I forgot which war but I do know that it represents hope. âI want Poppy to represent Hope for everything,everyone. I know these days thereâs no wars or anything but itâs hard for everyone with loss of loved ones and the pandemic. I hope that everyone out there is still trying,still persevering.â Cammy says, with a smile.
I flip the thin page of my book, skimming through my book that I had been rereading. âHowâs the book?â My friend, Ron asked me. âItâs good. I like how they put in the plot twists once in a while and the characters are all very complicated.â I reply to my friend. âNice, hey want to go to the Park and play soccer with me?â âWhich park?â I ask him, getting a bit nervous. Two of the four different parks we usually go to are often packed with people.Ron only convinces me to come to those ones if weâre only there for 30 minutes.Itâs pretty short for playing soccer and Iâm a little sorry for ruining my friendâs time but I get nervous if weâre with a lot of people.I know Ron doesnât really mind but I still feel sorry about it each time. âItâs that park that was changed a bit.â Ron says, swinging his blue water bottle, which he had filled up while I was thinking. âOh. Only 30 minutes please.â I say, biting my lip. Ron loved playing soccer, it was his dream in his future to get professional at it.Since his school didnât have a soccer team and his parents werenât willing on spending money on that he had to practice on his own and I barely helped him accomplish his dream.I always would try to make it up to him of course. I would usually pay for us going to a burger place afterwards. We hopped in my friends car. He had a students permit to drive. âHey Liam? Since weâre friends and all I was kind of wondering something. You donât have to answer this but..one time you mentioned you werenât always an introvert. When did you change and how?â Ron asked me, his tone a bit curious a bit cautious. Should I tell him..? Heâs my best friend so I should.. âHave you ever not been happy with who you are and wanted to change that? What if you changed but it was too much and you are now trying to change just the right amount.Become who you once were but at the same time, acknowledge that it wonât be the exact same thing.But then again life is never that simple,never too easy either, and sometimes....you find yourself lost.Wandering.Trying to find yourself.â I say, forgetting Iâm talking out loud and forgetting my friend had asked that, then I suddenly snap out of my mind, clearing my throat. âEr..nevermind. Sorry, what I meant was that everyone can change but sometimes they donât know what they really wanted until their wish was granted.â I say, looking straight ahead. I hope my friend didnât think I was a weirdo now.I had literally just blurted out some deep words when all he asked was why I changed and how. âSo what happened was that I..I learned what life was through experience. Some things made me think a lot I guess and I wanted to change myself but forcing myself to change didnât work.â I say, a bit softly. I never told my parents this.Ever. I like to keep to myself and I can be a fun person but I keep that fun self only known to my close friends and family.Iâd say Iâm friendly with people but I canât seem to keep a conversation going, I can say âhelloâ and âgood morningâ but I donât know how to maintain the conversation. While my mind may be thinking anything,wondering anything, but I choose my words carefully. I stare at the glass of the car window, my eyes not really focusing on anything. âHey. You good?â Ron asks me, waving his arm across my eyes. I blink a few times after noticing he had been calling my name. My face burns, I had just told my best friend some random deep thoughts about me and zoning out?? That seems like what a weirdo would do.. I sink into my car seat out of embarrassment. âOh also by the way, I invited Matt,Caroline,Addy, and some people from our school to play soccer with us.â Ron says to me, moving the wheel. Then suddenly the car stops.Ron had put the car in parking mode. âAaaaand we are here!â Ron says, grabbing his soccer ball and hopping out of the car. I walk out of the car to wave at the people who I knew from our school. And the game starts...
âCalla, why didnât you tell us youâre on of them, that you have powers?â Sophia asked Calla. âWe shouldâve never agreed to be friends! Then we wouldnât have been caught up in your mess! You were just a fake, a phony friend, like many others.â Jake says to Calla, walking away from Calla, practically seething from his anger. Cole stares at Calla, deciding to speak up. âWerenât we friends?.. when you revealed just a few hours ago to the head council, saying you have powers, threatening,threatening the head council that you would unleash your powers on them and no would know of their disappearance unless they kept it a secret. I didnât know what to say. I thought you werenât like the others, that you wouldnât hide secrets from us, and not secretly being some-some magic user! I...was-am disappointed in you!â Cole says, yelling at Calla and looking at her in the eye, waiting for what she would say to that. Calla didnât speak for a moment. Jake already walked away from the friendship they had,Sophia looked at her in a new way-kind of nervous and scared, and Cole... He just told her that he really trusted her and Calla didnât mean to use Powers as the excuse at the time. She didnât think through it, they didnât know that she was using the label âpowersâ as a cover. Now..her friends probably wouldnât believe her if she tried to explain. But maybe-no she owed it to them to try to explain at least. Calla opens her mouth, ready to say what she had to say. âAllow me to demonstrateâ, she said steadily. âI have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.â Calla said, making her voice a bit louder so Jake could hear from where he was standing off to the side. âI was trying to use the magical abilities title to cover for what I really have. I am really perceptive..I had found out a secret about the head council and when they finally had an excuse, they would probably execute me. I had to do something and if they thought I had powers they wouldnât even think about it.â I say, looking my friends one at a time in the eye, with a steady gaze. Jake stood leaning against the brick wall and walks over to where we are. He looks at me dead in the eye. âLetâs make a vow, Promise to never become a magic user and to not keep magic relating secrets from us.â Jake says, holding out his hand, and a simple,blank piece of paper. Calla stares at the paper. She wanted to do this....right? Before she could hesitate any more Calla took the paper and wrote with a pen, her vow, and shook his hand. He did the same. Then my other friends did the same. After my explanation, Sophia looked less uneasy,Cole looked at me with a serious face yet also made a weak smile. âWeâre friends again.â Jake says, a bit softly. Jakeâs gruff,hard smile returned and we all became good friends again.
