Jack And Jill Novels & Stories

Jill shouted at the black guy who quickly let go and moved away. "Mr McClain, what are you doing here?" Jill asked. "Thank goodness at least someone knows me. I know Scott went in here so I wanna see him" Jackson said as he moved closer inside. "Please come in. I'll inform Mr Anderson that you're here" Jill said and left. "What the hell is place, really. Is Scott part of a gang or something?" Jackson said as he looked around the creepy place. He decided to follow Jill because he was feeling scared where he was waiting.

Sarah said, voice low and sharp. Jake turned around slowly. There was a wolf right behind him, low to the ground, growling softly. Saliva dripped from its jaws onto the dirt. “Oh,” Jake said. “That’s a wolf.” “Jake, run!” Sarah shouted and immediately sprinted. Jake followed. The wolf lunged, claws tearing at the ground as it chased. Sarah and Jake were running side by side. She kept glancing over, and with each stride she got more surprised. Jake was keeping up. Not just keeping up—he was almost as fast as her. No stumble, no lag.

"You're terrible at this." "Your turn then." She thought for a moment, then began: "Once upon a time, there was a treehouse that was haunted by the ghost of a boy who never cleaned his room..." "Hey!" "...and the ghost would hide dirty socks in people's sleeping bags and make weird smells—" I grabbed my pillow and bonked her with it, which started the greatest pillow fight we’d ever had. We eventually fell asleep side by side, looking up through the small window at the stars, planning all the adventures we'd have that summer.