Fiction

"Where did I put my nuts?" I cry as the parade of daily dogs rolls by "Where could they possibly be?" Growler trots up to my tree, a concerned look on his face "You lose your marbles, Joey?" "NUTS!

When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home?

Six

Maroon is the color of blood.

Maroon is the color of blood.

Maroon is the color of blood. 

Well, sometimes it is.

Five

Let me out.

Let me out.

Let me out.

Just when I think dinner couldn't get worse, along comes the treaty signing. 

Four

This is not awkward.

This is not awkward.

This is not awkward.

Three

Perfection.

Perfection.

Perfection.

Yes, that's what's required of me. 

I hate it.

Two

I do not want to be here. 

I do not want to be here.

I do not want to be here,

at the palace of the Aldridge family.

One

I hate the Aldridge family.

I hate the Aldridge family.

I hate the Aldridge family.

Chapter 16 

Ice Skating

Sadie St. Claire stood on the top porch step, a purple backpack in her hand and a smile on her face. 

Setting: An art classroom. 

Enter Ham and three of the Campers.