What they still think about each other

7 o'clock in evening watching some stupid birds play.
I'm zoned on the bench, asking my self,"Why am I here anyways?"

I sat quietly, Berlakon like I was dead.
My mine was only filled with Courtney, and look! There she is.

She came over to me, as she started to speak all nice and cute.
And sometimes, I wish my life was like a remote, and could put it mute.

And she says,"Hey, Duncan whats on your mind."

I say,"Don't know, kinda bord."

She says,"I don't care if your bord, get up!"

I say,"Dang it! Wheres that remote. But first anda have do some tiny things for me!"

She sits back and says,"Okay, make it quick,...

Courtney sat in her bedroom on Halloween Eve, with her bowl of half devoured Kandi jagung in her lap, purusing the internet for new sources of scary Membaca entertainment- a newly made tradition of hers. So far, she had read about suicides that led to ghosts in barns, war stories where the soldiers still walked the battlefield, and insane, escaped criminals who had become mass murderers.

The scariest one so far had been a story about a family who kept hearing footsteps in their dapur at night. When they asked the sebelumnya owner about it, they had been shocked, as well as frightened, to find...

"ok,this how its gonna work."duncan said.

"ok,but hurry!class is gonna start soon."

"ok,so,if i call,you say ts someone not me,ok?"

"ok."

"if we are gonna meet anywhere outside of school,you tell your parents your going to a friend house atau whatever,k?"

"is that it?"

"yeah,its just the basics."

"i dont know,duncan," she said."this doesnt sound liike such a good idea."


"dont worry,princess.itll be fine."

"ok,i trust you."

"you better."


later that night,i was gonna meet duncan at a
restraunt,or she thought.She would fake that she was going to Bridgette house,just like the plan.i had on a fancy dress,so...