The Killer Books

Hestia is new at the school. Rony has been at this school forever. The two girls unexpectedly fall into the same situation. Hestia's books, notebooks or textbooks, go on a killing spree. And their next target is Rony! Hestia and Rony must stop the killing of innocent young students by ferocious books. Authors note: This book is brought to you by two friends whose books would fall out of their lockers onto peoples heads. We made it just for laughs and don't judge us. Because the books next target could be you! Please tell us what you think of the book! *Hey guys this is Ariel Cameroe about 2 years after writing this book with Kate Pip. I have recently published a new uncompleted story called "It Can't Get Any Worse". In that book, Cami is Rony in this book and Izzy is Iz in this book. Hestia is Ariel. Check out to see the overlap!


3. Getting Ready for New Family Night (Hestia's point of view)

   I have gone to Blessed Children since Kindergarten.  But when the summer after my 4th grade year came around, I found out that I would only have 6 kids in my whole grade.  So we decided to switch schools.  We first toured a school called Our Mother of Peace.  It was really big compared to my old school.  I was afraid I would get lost on my first day!  The principal, Mrs. Beige, walked us around the school.  I really liked the look of it, so I begged my mom to let me go there.  I got my sister to beg too, and soon our calendar contained a new appointment:  New Family Night.  New Family Night is a thing that O.M.P does before the start of the school year for all of the new people to come and get a tour from some of the kids who go to the school already. 

   The evening of the school event, I was very nervous.  I pulled on a green dress with white leggings.  My mom curled my hair and I decided to wear my pearl necklace and matching bracelet.  I gazed longingly at the unopened package of earrings on my dresser.  My great aunt had bought them for me one year on my birthday, not knowing that my ears weren't even pierced.  There were a perfect pair of pearls in that set, just screaming for me to (for the millionth time) beg my mom to let me get my ears pierced.  But I shut out the cries of the frustrating pieces of plastic and I walked calmly down the stairs, my brain switching back to the worry of the dreaded New Family Night.

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