Belle stood up and walked towards the sky as if it would lead her down the path of morning to the world he knew and she hadn’t. “Are you allowed to take people?” She asked turning to him, fearing she was too…
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Belle rolled her…
Belle stood, astonished that the boy was so intrigued of her not wanting to age. Most boys would call her old and make fun of her in her town where she was considered anything but normal. She glanced at Peter, then back to the corner. As Peter’s head swept around she took a step back. “Oh Peter- don’t” She said in a more monotone voice seeing he was pulling out a dagger. Where does a boy get a dagger? She asked herself, watching as he inched up. “It could be dangerous Peter!” She cried, running up to him, trying to pull him away from it. She hadn’t wanted to see her new friend get hurt.
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