Chapter Seventy-Eight – Smelly grandma.
(Still in use of Third Person’s Narrative)
The team, J-twins, Chloe and Chris, crept past the low grass and into the tarred road.
The grade 10 student couldn’t tell exactly why the front gate was locked, why her seniors wanted her to show them the back way or why school didn’t hold.
But she just followed, hoping to go home and finish her last assignments for the whole month. Toppers loved holidays too.
The team broke off from their junior and headed towards the timber house. Chris picked up a wooden stick, just in case.
“Wait, I hope this isn’t one of those reckless teenagers acts we are doing? We need to call the police or what would we do to the kidnappers if they’re there?” Jasper halted the group to ask.
He bet down immediately to wage his knee that was weak and tired as he had been stooping to walk.
