Remember those old "Choose Your Own Adventure" books that you used to read as a child? Okay, maybe you didn't read them, but the nerdy kid next to you did. Well a bunch of bloggers got together and decided to create one of our own, with each of us writing one part of the storyline(s). If you're confused, click here to find the beginning of the story (as of 10am EST Friday, April 4) and follow along!
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“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” said Emma. “No need to get so upset, Ninja McFactfinder – here.” And Emma walked quickly to the door to open it.
The other tiny ninja-like personas shut off their lamps and departed silently. Selah noticeably relaxed her stance now that the stand-off was over and the door was open. “Thank you,” she said. “My reasons for being here, while classified, are not as menacing as you might fear. I promise we have no plans to harm anyone while we are going about our missions.” Selah stuck one miniature hand out towards Emma, as if to shake her hand. “I wish you well on your spiritual journey in the world.”
Emma grabbed the tiny offered hand and looked Selah straight in the eyes. “Well, why not keep an eye on it firsthand for a while?” And with that ominous statement, Emma pulled Selah off her feet and towards the window. She pushed the window open, tucked the little ninja under one arm, and hopped down to the yard.
“What are you doing?” Selah demanded. “Put me down this instant! My mission will be compromised!”
“You and your mission have completely ruined my beauty sleep!” shouted Emma, continuing towards the front gate.
Selah raised one eyebrow at Emma’s tone. “My, but you people get rather tense, don’t you?” she muttered. “It’s not my fault that the coordinates failed and I ended up in your room instead of the-” Suddenly, she stopped speaking, her eyes wide.
Emma stopped walking and put Selah down. Holding her shoulders – to prevent an escape – Emma frowned suspiciously at the small warrior. “Instead of the what?” she asked.
“No, no,” said Selah. “I’ve said too much already.”
“Hmmm,” said Emma, clearly weighing her options. “I was going to take you to the bus station, just to be rid of you for good.” Selah’s eyes grew even larger at that possibility. “But now,” said Emma, “I might have an even better idea.” She tucked Selah back under her arm and changed course, moving towards the back of the house now.
As they moved across the grass in the darkness, a low growl could be heard growing louder. “Wha- What’s that?” asked Selah, her muscles growing tense.
“That,” said Emma, “is Sparky. And Sparky is probably hungry for a midnight snack right about now. So you have two choices,” Emma told the ninja, placing her on the ground. “You can tell me where you were intending to go tonight, and why. Or, you can face off with Sparky.” As if to punctuate the statement, a large white bulldog stalked out of the doghouse, licking his lips and growling loudly.
“What’ll it be?”
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