Chapter 4- The Mist
On Friday lunch was rainy. As I looked out the window, I bit into the wrap, upangaji pamoja my dad made me for lunch. After I swallowed, I sang, “You wrote me a note, so I wrote wewe a letter. I gave wewe a call and then it got all better.”
“Why are wewe singing?” Puck asked.
“I didn’t tell wewe guys yet? I want to be a singer,” I said. “I write songs. I was just imba a song that Vicky wrote a while back. It’s called, ‘You Said’ ”.
“Do wewe have the songs with you? If wewe do, can I see them?” Sabrina asked.
“Yes I have...
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