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