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!

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6. My New Friend (Rony's point of view)

 

The night was a lot less boring than I thought it was. My school rarely gets new kids. So I am excited. When I said my goodbyes to Hestia and little Raquelle, I went to my Mom so that we could go home.

"Hey mom" I said. "There's a new girl this year! Her name is Hestia, she is very nice, and I think we'll be good friends."

"That's great honey. Make sure you make her feel welcome; it's scary going to a new school," my mother told me.

"Of course!" I exclaimed "Well, what are we doing tomorrow?"

"Your favorite thing!" my mother said. "Back to school shopping!" She did jazz hands. I groaned.

"Gee, you really outdid yourself, didn't you?" I said sarcastically.

"Well would you rather go to school in your underwear?" My mom asked embarrassing me to the brim.

"Uniform shopping goes first then," I grumbled.

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Hop 'n Shop had a loooooong array of pencils, book covers, rulers and other life-ruiners. I began to pick out a pencil box when I glanced to my left and saw a...gasp!...shark! Actually it was much worse. I saw Paris! *cue terror music* I tried to duck behind my mother but she didn't know what was happening.

"Rony! What on earth are you doing!" She practically screamed. Paris looked over at us. I, desperate for a quick escape, dove behind a stack of toilet paper. Worst decision I ever made. I bumped the toilet paper wall and sent a wave of toilet paper crashing down. I crouched pathetically on the ground. Paris and I made eye contact. I tried to act casual.

"Oh, hey Paris! Didn't, uh, see you there."

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