Oh, We're Not Done Yet
I sat on the couch and inhaled the homey aroma. Just as I was about to read a book I bought last week, Dumb and Dumber barge into the living room.
Both of them rush towards me, Samuel almost tripping on Trace’s ridiculous villain cape. Trace spoke worriedly.
“We have a problem.”
“Let me guess. You caused it?” I sigh and continue reading.
“Marigold.” Samuel warned, a frown is etched deep on his face.
My eyes perk up. Oh, no. He never calls me by my real name. This is serious.
I break into a sweat. Whatever this problem is, its big.
“Um... What did you two pinheads do?” I swallow, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Which is weird, because I didn’t know I had hairs on the back of my neck.
Trace and Sam glance at each other.
Of course this is not the end. Glorious battles we had, but they werent over. Of course this story is missing. There is no way it ends so fast so soon.
No. Not yet.
And I brace myself as they both say together: