Akuma Hanbun by Melissa Kay Nguyen (english love story books .TXT) š
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I glanced over to the gold again and heard something skitter somewhere. Rats and mice I werenāt afraid of, but with all the weird things going on, I had to be careful. Who knew what could be there. Shuddering, I hastily retreated down the stairs. Creepy, very creepy. To take my mind off the gold I went searching for the light switch.
~Jay~
I couldnāt wait for this afternoon, so I had went for a walk through the woods. The woods had always managed to find me drawn to it. Donāt know why and really I didnāt care. Some nights, when I should be sleeping, I would be out in the woods for no reason. So, I was out in the woods when Liz called.
She needed my help. The woods wasnāt far from Darkness, but itād still take a few minutes. Could Liz even last that long? I mean how long would it take for the lady with the gun find her? Liz had a temper and could easily defend herself, but the lady had a loaded gun!
Running, I took off for a house with all the lights on. That was bad for the environment though. Wait- if Liz was in hidingā¦then that would mean she couldnāt turn on the light. It was so like Liz to go and try and turn on the lights with her life on the line. She could be so empty headed! She would try and take on the lady.
With that thought, I pumped my legs faster and harder, trying to make each step count in saving someoneās life. My legs protested and screamed in agony of me making them go faster than ever before, but I kept at it. Liz could be dying now and it would be my fault. My fault completely! Liz, Iām coming for you, please hang in there.
Before I even expected to arrive, I saw a house that looked similar to Lizās and the attic light was on. I heard a crash and a thump inside and all the muscles in my body jumped and I tried the door. Locked. Frantically, I ran towards the back, hoping for another door. There werenāt any but by this time everything was quiet. No! A window. I would break through the window. Nobody lived here so it would be okay.
I searched for a window low enough for me to climb through, but there werenāt any. Crap! Running back to the front of the house again and tried the door. It opened so easily, I thought it was a joke. I saw Liz go back up the stairs, mesmerized.
āLiz?ā I called softly. She didnāt seem to acknowledge my existence. I tried again and she still didnāt answer. What was happening? I decided to follow her up to the attic.
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Publication Date: 10-17-2010
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