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and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. He was still covered in dirt after having dealt with the garage. Once Sam had closed the bathroom door Travis sat aimlessly on his bed, staring at the collage of dragon posters on the wall. He wasn’t quite sure how Sam managed to get any sleep at night with these creatures staring down at him like that. They were scary, not to mention some were just flat out weird. There were dragons of every shape, size and color; some had thick, long serpentine bodies covered in a scaly skin. Others looked more like reptiles or lizards with massive bat-like wings, wedge-shaped heads, and long, tapered necks. They all had powerful legs, ending with sharp talons or claws. Some were fire breathers, others ice breathers.
Travis continued to stare, lost in the sea of magnificent colors, when he heard what sounded like a faint moan coming from the hallway. He turned his head slowly, waiting to hear it again.
Again the soft moan came from somewhere beyond Sam’s door. At first Travis thought Barron had gotten into the house again. But after hearing it a third time, it sounded more like a person than an animal. He got up from the bed and tiptoed to the edge of Sam’s bedroom door. The whimpering became louder and for a moment it almost sounded like someone was crying. Travis peeked out around the door, looking both ways down the hallway. There was no one in sight, but the sounds seemed to be coming from Sarah’s room.
Travis moved quietly down the hall, stopping just inches away from Sarah’s closed door. His heart was beating so loudly against his chest it sounded like he was knocking on her door already. Travis had never been this close to Sarah’s room before. He had always steered clear of it, knowing that she would probably kill him if he got too close. Hoping no one would come down the hallway, and that Sarah wouldn’t open the door, he moved a bit closer. He could just imagine that conversation.
“Hi Sarah. Oh, what am I doing standing by your door, you ask? Why, I’m stalking you, of course.”
That would not be good. It was bad enough that Sarah hated him but to be her stalker too, well that was a bit much, even for him.
Against his better judgment, Travis inched closer, placing his ear on the door. He stared down at the bedroom light seeping into the hallway from beneath the door. He could hear faint whimpers and sniffling. He had never heard Sarah cry before. In fact, in all the time he had known her, Travis had never seen any emotion, other than pure annoyance, from Sarah. But maybe that was because he was Travis and she was Sarah.
He couldn’t imagine what on Earth could make Sarah cry like this; she was the toughest girl he knew. She had the perfect life—everyone loved her, guys wanted to date her and girls wanted to be her. Nothing about this made any sense.
The crying became softer. She was mumbling something between her sobs but he couldn’t make it out. He strained to hear more and pressed his ear against the door. He heard something about Barry being such a jerk. Not realizing the door was not properly latched, he pressed his ear harder against the door and fell right into the room.
A loud thud rang out as Travis’s face slammed into the wooden floor. Sarah let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped back against her headboard.
“Travis, what are you doing?” she yelled.
He flopped around in panic, trying desperately to regain his composure. But there was no hiding the fact that he looked like an overturned turtle trying to right himself.
“I’m sorry, Sarah, I’m sooo sorry!” he said as he got to his knees and looked up at Sarah’s horror-stricken face.
“TRAVIS. WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING!” she yelled again.
Travis’s mouth fell open, flabbergasted, as the events of the past few minutes flooded over him. She was fuming and she had every right to be. He had invaded her privacy. He got to his feet, his hands out stretched as he tried to plead his
Travis continued to stare, lost in the sea of magnificent colors, when he heard what sounded like a faint moan coming from the hallway. He turned his head slowly, waiting to hear it again.
Again the soft moan came from somewhere beyond Sam’s door. At first Travis thought Barron had gotten into the house again. But after hearing it a third time, it sounded more like a person than an animal. He got up from the bed and tiptoed to the edge of Sam’s bedroom door. The whimpering became louder and for a moment it almost sounded like someone was crying. Travis peeked out around the door, looking both ways down the hallway. There was no one in sight, but the sounds seemed to be coming from Sarah’s room.
Travis moved quietly down the hall, stopping just inches away from Sarah’s closed door. His heart was beating so loudly against his chest it sounded like he was knocking on her door already. Travis had never been this close to Sarah’s room before. He had always steered clear of it, knowing that she would probably kill him if he got too close. Hoping no one would come down the hallway, and that Sarah wouldn’t open the door, he moved a bit closer. He could just imagine that conversation.
“Hi Sarah. Oh, what am I doing standing by your door, you ask? Why, I’m stalking you, of course.”
That would not be good. It was bad enough that Sarah hated him but to be her stalker too, well that was a bit much, even for him.
Against his better judgment, Travis inched closer, placing his ear on the door. He stared down at the bedroom light seeping into the hallway from beneath the door. He could hear faint whimpers and sniffling. He had never heard Sarah cry before. In fact, in all the time he had known her, Travis had never seen any emotion, other than pure annoyance, from Sarah. But maybe that was because he was Travis and she was Sarah.
He couldn’t imagine what on Earth could make Sarah cry like this; she was the toughest girl he knew. She had the perfect life—everyone loved her, guys wanted to date her and girls wanted to be her. Nothing about this made any sense.
The crying became softer. She was mumbling something between her sobs but he couldn’t make it out. He strained to hear more and pressed his ear against the door. He heard something about Barry being such a jerk. Not realizing the door was not properly latched, he pressed his ear harder against the door and fell right into the room.
A loud thud rang out as Travis’s face slammed into the wooden floor. Sarah let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped back against her headboard.
“Travis, what are you doing?” she yelled.
He flopped around in panic, trying desperately to regain his composure. But there was no hiding the fact that he looked like an overturned turtle trying to right himself.
“I’m sorry, Sarah, I’m sooo sorry!” he said as he got to his knees and looked up at Sarah’s horror-stricken face.
“TRAVIS. WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING!” she yelled again.
Travis’s mouth fell open, flabbergasted, as the events of the past few minutes flooded over him. She was fuming and she had every right to be. He had invaded her privacy. He got to his feet, his hands out stretched as he tried to plead his
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