I played tennis today and my friend Geri Crowle invited me to spend the night at her house. I had my overnight bag fully packed and was ready to leave when Claudia stopped me and told me I couldn’t go because I just had to go meet her friend who was a talking vixen. She said that her vixen friend was in trouble and that she had to talk to to me, Claudia, Charles, and Janie tonight. I thought she was talking about an imaginary at first because of her age. I started pretending that i saw the vixen and Charles started playing along too but Claudia started crying. We were worried because Claudia never cries so there had to be something wrong. Then she worried us even more saying that she went with the vixen to the old house on the hill where a
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Nobody left the house until 3 o’clock when they all ran to their bikes so they could race to the old house on the hill. When we got there we realized the vixen wasn't there so we waited for her. I had a feeling of dread all day so i couldn't help but look around seeing if the vixen was anywhere in the house. We couldn’t find the vixen anywhere in the house. I thought the only thing we could do was call the police and tell them about Morgana being missing. Charles pointed out the flaw in my original plan that was the police would think that we were absolutely insane. I next thought of the idea to use my skill at copying someone's handwriting and write a letter “from Morgana” as a piece of evidence. My friends had always been jealous of my skill and asked me to forge their parents signatures and write compliments on their average work to show to their parents. I used what i had learned last summer when i took a calligraphy class and i wrote a letter that no one would suspect it being written by a teenager. When the cops were at the house, I realized that I was wrong about that and they saw right through our plan of faking a letter. Charles only cared to mention that he knew that the police would figure out that I wrote the
Nobody left the house until 3 o’clock when they all ran to their bikes so they could race to the old house on the hill. When we got there we realized the vixen wasn't there so we waited for her. I had a feeling of dread all day so i couldn't help but look around seeing if the vixen was anywhere in the house. We couldn’t find the vixen anywhere in the house. I thought the only thing we could do was call the police and tell them about Morgana being missing. Charles pointed out the flaw in my original plan that was the police would think that we were absolutely insane. I next thought of the idea to use my skill at copying someone's handwriting and write a letter “from Morgana” as a piece of evidence. My friends had always been jealous of my skill and asked me to forge their parents signatures and write compliments on their average work to show to their parents. I used what i had learned last summer when i took a calligraphy class and i wrote a letter that no one would suspect it being written by a teenager. When the cops were at the house, I realized that I was wrong about that and they saw right through our plan of faking a letter. Charles only cared to mention that he knew that the police would figure out that I wrote the