Moxie Sunflower wandered aimlessly around the library searching for her next victim, the victim being a book of course.She didn't have a clear picture in mind of what she'd hope to stumble upon, but when did Moxie ever? she is known for incredibly peculiar impulse. Moxie meandered her fingertips against the dozen of novels in search for the right one, She ultimately is intrigued as soon as she sees the thick cherry red outer layer of the novel she so desperately desires to seek(her favorite color, at least it is for the week).She reaches for the print immediately "The society" the title read, Moxie quickly rushes back to one of the one too many empty library seats and gets lost in translation of the novels contents.

Time elapses and and Moxie finds herself getting a bit tiresome, in the long run she eventually emerges from her seat and walks past the several dusty bookshelves and the hollow hallways that surpass the infamous library entrance, in Moxie's case exit.She pushes back the tremendously colossal brown doors and is greeted with a outlying she was not so familiar with. the road looked similar, the pond was where it always had been; but something about the esque, the timeline, the outfits, the shops everything felt so out of place. she felt out of place, to be fair

Moxie always felt out of place but this was beyond that.

She roamed around the town with questions of all sorts swarming her very small mind.Where was

she? how did she end up there? is she going crazy?

suddenly Moxie finds herself being pulled into dark and eerie 1961 chevy mustang."so lovely of you to join us miss, we ought to have been expecting you" the unidentified driver spoke."who's we?" molly asked in adequate fear."well, thy be The secret society of course."

"you are so out of it dude, The secret society?but it's no more than mere fiction." Moxie added

completely bewildered by the young mans statement.

"Brace yourself."he declared.he sweeps the car about a large corner for an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, a place known to members for hosting the most intense illegal car races, this was The secret society. As we approach racing grounds, members are scattered all over the place cheering, whooping, placing bets for a future race, a race Moxie had not been aware she would be partaking in, a race she read about on a page of a book.Cars line up on the starting line from Mustangs to Impalas to Ferraris and McLarens this was the quite literally race of the century.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Secret society's 1989 annual showdown, im your host Lara marie and may the race begin!" she exclaimed in excitement."1989?"Moxie asked herself in disbelief and pure horror.

suddenly she wakes up with her face full flat on the novel.

(unfinished scrap)