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Your Silver Bullets Won't Save You Now
Questions That Need Answers
Max's P.O.V
I was in a indesicsive mood about Cartla's reaction.
Had she just naturally stuttered on the word garlic or does she know ?
It's impossible that she knows, she's only human
But why was she so beaten up? And she doesn't look like the type of girl to get that hurt by some one.
- - -
I had been pondering over my thoughts for a good hour now. The only way I can find out the truth is by finding her. But she would be at home now. How do i find her address?
Ah! Twitface! The number one social internet site and if that fails i can always try bebook.
I grabbed my laptop of the table closets to me and searched her name.
Ah! 24 Linley Avenue.......oh crumbs.....not there.....not that house......she can't be!
I ran out the house and grabbed my bike and cycled as hard as i could. For ten minutes i pedaled as hard and as fast as i could. It was twenty minutes till i arrived at the big iron gates.
Just as I had hoped not to be true.
The house we ramsacked last night was hers!
I need to make sure. I walked my bike through the gate way and up the drive.
I knocked on the door.
A woman answered.
Took one look at me.
Smelt the air.
Snarled.
Then transformed.
Oh help, what have i got myself into now ?
I was in a indesicsive mood about Cartla's reaction.
Had she just naturally stuttered on the word garlic or does she know ?
It's impossible that she knows, she's only human
But why was she so beaten up? And she doesn't look like the type of girl to get that hurt by some one.
- - -
I had been pondering over my thoughts for a good hour now. The only way I can find out the truth is by finding her. But she would be at home now. How do i find her address?
Ah! Twitface! The number one social internet site and if that fails i can always try bebook.
I grabbed my laptop of the table closets to me and searched her name.
Ah! 24 Linley Avenue.......oh crumbs.....not there.....not that house......she can't be!
I ran out the house and grabbed my bike and cycled as hard as i could. For ten minutes i pedaled as hard and as fast as i could. It was twenty minutes till i arrived at the big iron gates.
Just as I had hoped not to be true.
The house we ramsacked last night was hers!
I need to make sure. I walked my bike through the gate way and up the drive.
I knocked on the door.
A woman answered.
Took one look at me.
Smelt the air.
Snarled.
Then transformed.
Oh help, what have i got myself into now ?