Between The Pages Part 1- Anyna

SQUIDWARRD!

Heh heh imagine that.
"I know everything...
Everything...everything...everything

Yup i'm moving on,

So then that happened.

A tense silence followed. There was no clock or any watches in the room, but it was almost as though I could hear the continuous tick of the second hand on a clock in my conscience.
Another tick from the second hand passed. Then Jack sat back down on his throne and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jack suddenly brought out a hand. He clenched it as though he'd been holding something invisible the whole time, and a shiny piece of luminous metal suddenly appeared in his hold.
I couldn't help it, I took a sudden intake of breath.
Jack was watching me, but rather than taunt me like I thought he was going to, he suddenly tossed the strip of metal towards my feet. Before he could do anything else, I stooped down to stcoop- to stoop to scoop- TO PICK IT UP!"

Gila looked at me. I cleared my throat awkwardly,

"I looked back at Jack suspiciously.
"Take it, I do not need it anyway." He flicked a hand to the side to demonstrate he wasn't bothered.
I looked at him, but decided not to press the matter and instead checked the Storbo to see if it was broken. Then I suddenly remembered about the locket. I realised I'd completely abandoned Harry and Ron. I really hoped the ice had gone.
"You need to stop the black frost, too." I said carefully.
"What black frost?"
"The black frost!" I paused. Jack squinted at me as though trying to see reason in something that wasn't there, "It had nothing to do with you?"
"Ae you trying to mock me?"
"No!" I said hurriedly. It didn't make sense- well, to be fair none of this makes any sense i'm not even really sure what i'm telling you here anyway- Jack Frost? Ice? Surely he was lying?

I had gotten better at blocking people's minds out by now. It took me a while to learn how to fully block it out actually, but I read something pretty disturbing in somebody else's mind once, I think it was someone from another world and it basically made me realise that I'm definitely didn't want to know everybody's thoughts at every single second,"

"Was it dirty?" Percy or Alex or Harry asked
I sighed frustrated.
Don't you hate it when you're trying to be perfectly innocent and not imply anything and somebody takes it in the wrong way?
"How did I know one of you'd say that?" I groaned, "No, it wasn't dirty, it was just disturbing."
"What was it?" Alex or Percy or Harry questioned
"I can't say."
"Was it that dude from the Hunger Games? What's his name-Gale?" Percy or Alex or Harry asked
"Ah he was an annoying git." Harry or Alex or Percy commented.
I laughed,
"It wasn't Gale."
"Tony Stark, was it Tony Stark, then?"
"I'm not saying!"
"That dude with the weird run!"
"Thomas? No!" I scoffed.
"Marcus Flint."
"No! What the fudge?"
"Did you just say Mark the fish?"
"Squidward!"
One of them choked and I started laughing like a maniac again.
"It wasn't any of them." I said at last.
"Well who was it then?"
"I can't say out or respect for this person."
"Spoilsport." I heard one of them mutter,

Anyway, after what had happened at the lake, I'd thought it probably best not to read Jack's. But I couldn't resist. I had to know if he was lying or not. I told myself I shouldn't, that it was a bad idea, but I reached into his mind anyway.

Jack threw the sword.
I'd never seen someone throw a sword so fast.
It sliced through the air in a terrifying blur.
It was just lucky he hadn't closed his mind otherwise I probably wouldn't be here in this room right now. Which i'm sure would be a blessing to you all.
"DO NOT READ MY MIND!" Jack Frost screamed.

In the two split seconds that the sword (which didn't even look like a sword anymore) came hurtling in my direction spitting sparks and spinning wildly, the message flew straight to my head and I ducked.

The sword skimmed over the top of my head and embedded itself onto the opposite white wall where tiny cracks emerged on the ice-y snow or whatever the wall was made out of. I didn't even look behind me. I clicked my fingers and apparated back into my bedroom back in the North where I flopped into my bed almost laughing with relief, I couldn't believe it. I'd escaped Jack Frost!

Can I just quickly say I actually didn't- okay okay

I felt satisfied that night as I sat eating tea with the rest of my Fa family. I was really proud that I'd actually managed to escape.
I was so happy that my mother actually asked me over our roast beef if I was okay.
I would have told her, but I was too busy stuffing my face with Yorkshire pudding.

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J. K Rowling: Neither Harry or Ron are not my characters
Rick Riordan: Percy Jackson is not my character
Anthony Horowitz: Alex Rider is't mine

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