Lonely Oak Chapter 31

_Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-BRRRR._ _Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-BRRRR._ _Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-BRRRR!_ "Hey," Emeral said softly, tapping Ket on the shoulder. He turned to her, left eye half-lidded, right eye almost completely closed. "It'd open...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 30

The bell rang. Ket started in his seat, shockwaves of panic flowing across his body, made literal by the splaying of his fur. It was not the actual bell like he had first thought; it was the timer-bell that Ms. Hupp used to time their tests and...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 29

"Nononono, hang on," Emeral said, pressing her hand up into the air, "that's totally wrong, you'll hurt your neck." "I'm doing exactly what you said!" Ket grumbled, his head and knees on the ground, situated in front of the couch cushions laid in a...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 28

Lyza loved to play the flute. She had played since she was in kindergarten. Well, really she started with kazoos and whistles. When her parents saw her playing different whistles to get different sounds, they decided to formally enroll her in flute...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 27

"Good morning, class." "Morning Ms. Hupp..." The raccoon teacher stood at the center of the room, wearing clothes that were a couple sizes smaller than she had from the beginning of January. Therefore, she was in a very upbeat mood this morning,...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 26

Lyza shivered in the cold. She sniffed, a bit of drainage leaking out her nose. Why was it that when it was warm out, they stayed in the stupid gym, and then when it was cold they did all the outdoor stuff? It didn't make sense at all. And worse, she...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 25

Emeral leaned forward with her lips puckered out, applying the thinnest layer of lipstick she possibly could. Hopefully not enough to be noticed on its own but, when she pointed it out, could be appreciated. She kissed them together, rubbing it into...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 24

Emeral sat sleepily in the back seat of her mom's car. She yawned with a little squeak. "Someone is still a sleepy head," her mom teased in the front seat. "It's seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday, of course my head is sleepy." "Hey this...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 23

Lyza sat in her room on the chocolate-colored floor. Sunlight filtered through the window, exciting little dusties that drifted by the little rays. Her feet were caste in the bright and heat of the light, warming her toes and shins. She adjusted on...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 22

Shy William and Squeaky Kimberly waited nervously while Ms. Hupp's pen wrote a few last-minute things down on the paper. The class was hushed, staring at the nervous mouse and dalmatian at the center of the room, or at anything that caught their...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 21

Ket anxiously waited downstairs. He sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of raspberry kool-aid, glancing out the window over and over again. Every car that passed by could be the one; any color, any size, any shape, any make. Truck, car, SUV, van,...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 19

Lyza didn't really wake up right away. She became conscious, but her mind was foggy and groggy and any other type of _-oggy_. She slipped in and out of a dream, but with every lapse over the line of here and there she forgot what she dreamt of. At...

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