Dear Planet Earth,
My sources tell me that weâ€™re probably going to be bunking at the library here for at least another week. The generalâ€™s scouts may or may not have seen the entirety of Fort Kross reduced to smoldering rubble. If mole people are out there withÂ crazy snake drills that can tear apart trucks in a matter of seconds, maybe we donâ€™t want to try to leave.
On the upside, I am feeling slightly more accepted in our rag-tag group. Today I even had an awkward conversation with the little wretch â€” aptly named Rachel â€” whoÂ stole my laptop. Sheâ€™s not so much of â€œwretch,â€ as she is just another ten year old girl who mistakes her own annoying questions for adorability. Maybe sheâ€™s eleven. Iâ€™m not good with ages.
I peered over the top of my computer to see the source of the inquisition, then instinctively clutched it to my chest after recognizing who it was.
â€œIâ€™m not going to steal it,â€ she said. â€œI know youâ€™re not one of them now.â€
I relaxed my grip and continued my work on the laptop. I could still feel her watching me.
â€œMy nameâ€™s Rachel. Iâ€™m sorry for stealing your computer.â€
There was at least a minute of her big, blue eyes on me until I broke.
â€œMy nameâ€™s Scott. Iâ€™m tired of gettingÂ fake apologies from kids for stealing my stuff.â€
I glanced up quickly to see those innocent eyes fill up with moisture. I saw another scared child, unsure and unprepared for whateverâ€™s coming next.
â€œI know that one,â€ she said. â€œI saw the movie.â€
â€œItâ€™s a little different,â€ I said, trying to keep the snobbery in my voice as low as possible.
â€œCan I borrow it when youâ€™re done?â€
I examined her face again, her ridiculously large eyes now devoid of any proof of prior conflict. I chuckled.
She said I could borrow her Harry Potter book.
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