"Butch, where does he put it?" I asked. We were searching Brick's room for his journal.
"The last I seen him put it was in his pillow. But he moves it a lot."
I checked around the bed and in his pillow. "Found it." It is brick red. Typical.
"Are you sure this will even work? He is a very stubborn person, you know."
"Yes, I'm sure. There is something in here that can help us. I can sense it." I don't understand why he worries so much.
"Let's go before he finds us here. He'll get pissed if he figures out." I grabbed his arm and calmed my mind. Then white particles surrounded us. When they...
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