~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~     
9
    Zaria
    We came to an agreement, if anything…unusual happened, we’ll check it out. If it happens to be another thing then we’ll comw to the conclusion that we and the book caused this. So on the inayofuata day, sadly where school wasn’t cancelled, I’d kept an open eye for anything weird.
    “Status report?” Stilere asks as she walks with me around school.
    “Nothing,” I sigh. “You?”
    “Same.” Stilere shakes her head. “It’s eerie…and a little bit creepy, nothing I would want to dwell on anyway. When something happens, something happens.” She shrugs.
    “I just want it to come so it could be done with, I’m a little scared considering the first monster we saw.” I admit to her.
    Stilere nods frantically. “Super scary.”
    “Talking about that…” I say, realizing something. “Where were you? We Lost Alex and you, but when we found him wewe were gone.”
    Stilere pauses, taking a shaking breathe. “I had called the police because I was freaked, I had to do something…but then it was like something weird had happened. I don’t know, I keep forgetting what happened after I called the police, but it’s like it was wiped form my mind. I wake up the inayofuata siku and I’m on my kitanda listening to the news of the storm we had caused.”
    “Why didn’t wewe tell us?!” I ask.
    Stilere shrugs. “I think I just remembered…gosh, this book’s making me lose it.”
    I rub her shoulders soothingly. “Calm down, everything’s going to be alright. But I have to say, it’s like I forgot that wewe weren’t there too. Do wewe think the book did something?”
    Stilere frowned. “A weird way of helping, should I tell the guys?”
    “Wait a sec…” I say, typing our conversation in summary and ending it with an urgent after school. “Done.”
    Stilere sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if the book called us to that ocean on purpose so we could find it, like it was meant to be. And something tells me the ending ain’t merciful.”
    I shrug. “Things happen for a reason,” I look to the clock and groan. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”        
                Abe
    It’s so weird, normally I would be trying to pay attention while cracking jokes with my friends, are just talking about nothing. But now, I feel so different, I juts want to zone out on everything and school does that perfectly, I listen to the teacher drone ignoring my Marafiki rude maoni of the other students in this class.
    The teacher was talking about ancient Egypt, how they created papyrus, and with paper came a whole new way of living, a invention that would affect us today.
    While he was talking my eyes wondered around the classroom, and I noticed something’s different that I proabaly wouldn’t have. For one I saw some of the guys here.
    Like Iris was kwa the window, her hair coverign her beautiful face perfectly, her mouth was in a small pout, probably waiting to get out of here. But her eyes were glued to the teacher’s drinking in every word.
    Then there was Alex, who much to my chagrin sat inayofuata to her. His eyes on the teahcer to, but he was holding a pencil, twirling it around.
    Then we have Darren, who eyes couldn’t stay in one place, and kept wondering to the door. His foot tappign against the floor, and his eyes darting to the clock as well.
    Lastly there’s Brooklyn, the shy foreign exchenge student. Though she’s getting out of her shell with us, she takes notes about what he’s saying, but then she frowns, flips to another page in her notebook and writes something that probably doesn’t haven’t to do with the assignment.
    I think back to that paragraph, how we’ll see things differently, think differently. I could tell this book was changing me. I noticed how really stupid my Marafiki were being, how amazing this history really was, how real the guys were.
    Things were changing, probably for the worst, but it was changing me for the better.
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