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much saltwater and die, you could knock your head on a rock and then die, unconscious, of course. And itâs all in the hands of the author.
And so, if the author is the type who likes to mix things up, you will probably die. However, if you get lucky, and have one of the few positive, happy-ending authors, you might live.
But right now, Betty couldnât count on happy endings. She flailed in the water for as long as she could, but then she started sinking.
And then suddenly, just as she had started, she stopped sinking. She was being lifted up by two slimy, cold arms. And when she looked at what was saving her, she screamed. She saw a creature that was white, but tinged pink. It had two long tentacles and eight shorter arms, all thrashing wildly. The two long arms were wrapped around Betty, encasing her body. Finally, Betty dared to look up at the creatureâs face. Two giant yellow bloodshot eyes, the size of volleyballs, pierced her with a gaze the likes of which she had never wanted to see. Even unmathematical Betty knew this equation: eight arms + two tentacles + two humongous eyes = one giant squid, about twenty feet long. What was Lana Mungo thinking? Betty stared at the squid, frozen with fear and shock. She was only a quarter of the size of one of his arms. The squid didnât make a move to go underwater, so she guessed he could stay above the waterâs surface longer than she expected. Either way, a giant squid meant death. (So maybe Lana Mungo wasnât one of those happy-ending authors.) Betty tried wriggling out of the squidâs grasp, but its suction power was too strong.
Amber! Betty thought. Where is Amber?
Amber was watching the whole show between Betty and the giant squid. She had made it to shoreâthey had actually been very close and she didnât know why Betty hadnât swum there. But now Betty was in trouble, and Amber needed to help. Amber didnât know what to do thoughâshe could swim very well, but she didnât know how to fight a squid! Taking a deep breath, she did some quick thinking and took her dagger out. Amber aimed it for the squidâs eye. She only had one chance to get this right, so with full concentration, she threw her dagger. Luckily, he was so intrigued by his prey he didnât even see it coming. She watched, from afar, as it soared.
It felt like a slow-motion scene in the movies, the blade glinting as it raced through the air, the wind tossing Amberâs hair back, revealing her hopeful, yet confident expression, Bettyâs screams piercing the air deeply, and the squid just, well, being a squid.
Then, finally, Amberâs dagger hit the squidâs eye and the squid released what seemed like a howl of agony. Its arms started flailing and soon his prey was flying into the air. Betty was thrown into the shallow water along the shore. She slowly pulled herself onto the wet sand, breathing deep, her heart beating wildly. She was alive. She savored a few deep breaths as she collapsed on the sand and let the sun warm her soggy self. Why was the weather so perfect in this book world, even when the most horrible things were happening? There she lay down and shoveled the sand into her hands and watched as she let it go. By the time Amber reached her, Betty was crying.
âI miss my mom!â Betty wailed.
Amber sighed. âI knew I shouldnât have brought you along.â
There was a pain in Bettyâs heart. She started crying even more as she envisioned her mom and dad worrying about her. What time was it over in her world? Was it morning, afternoon, or evening?
That was it. Betty realized she needed to get home, to the place where she belonged. She wasnât the kind of girl who traveled on quests or fought off giant squids. She was Betty Pems Hilmar, the girl who might dream and read about these kinds of adventures, but would never be able to go on one.
âI want to go home!â Betty
And so, if the author is the type who likes to mix things up, you will probably die. However, if you get lucky, and have one of the few positive, happy-ending authors, you might live.
But right now, Betty couldnât count on happy endings. She flailed in the water for as long as she could, but then she started sinking.
And then suddenly, just as she had started, she stopped sinking. She was being lifted up by two slimy, cold arms. And when she looked at what was saving her, she screamed. She saw a creature that was white, but tinged pink. It had two long tentacles and eight shorter arms, all thrashing wildly. The two long arms were wrapped around Betty, encasing her body. Finally, Betty dared to look up at the creatureâs face. Two giant yellow bloodshot eyes, the size of volleyballs, pierced her with a gaze the likes of which she had never wanted to see. Even unmathematical Betty knew this equation: eight arms + two tentacles + two humongous eyes = one giant squid, about twenty feet long. What was Lana Mungo thinking? Betty stared at the squid, frozen with fear and shock. She was only a quarter of the size of one of his arms. The squid didnât make a move to go underwater, so she guessed he could stay above the waterâs surface longer than she expected. Either way, a giant squid meant death. (So maybe Lana Mungo wasnât one of those happy-ending authors.) Betty tried wriggling out of the squidâs grasp, but its suction power was too strong.
Amber! Betty thought. Where is Amber?
Amber was watching the whole show between Betty and the giant squid. She had made it to shoreâthey had actually been very close and she didnât know why Betty hadnât swum there. But now Betty was in trouble, and Amber needed to help. Amber didnât know what to do thoughâshe could swim very well, but she didnât know how to fight a squid! Taking a deep breath, she did some quick thinking and took her dagger out. Amber aimed it for the squidâs eye. She only had one chance to get this right, so with full concentration, she threw her dagger. Luckily, he was so intrigued by his prey he didnât even see it coming. She watched, from afar, as it soared.
It felt like a slow-motion scene in the movies, the blade glinting as it raced through the air, the wind tossing Amberâs hair back, revealing her hopeful, yet confident expression, Bettyâs screams piercing the air deeply, and the squid just, well, being a squid.
Then, finally, Amberâs dagger hit the squidâs eye and the squid released what seemed like a howl of agony. Its arms started flailing and soon his prey was flying into the air. Betty was thrown into the shallow water along the shore. She slowly pulled herself onto the wet sand, breathing deep, her heart beating wildly. She was alive. She savored a few deep breaths as she collapsed on the sand and let the sun warm her soggy self. Why was the weather so perfect in this book world, even when the most horrible things were happening? There she lay down and shoveled the sand into her hands and watched as she let it go. By the time Amber reached her, Betty was crying.
âI miss my mom!â Betty wailed.
Amber sighed. âI knew I shouldnât have brought you along.â
There was a pain in Bettyâs heart. She started crying even more as she envisioned her mom and dad worrying about her. What time was it over in her world? Was it morning, afternoon, or evening?
That was it. Betty realized she needed to get home, to the place where she belonged. She wasnât the kind of girl who traveled on quests or fought off giant squids. She was Betty Pems Hilmar, the girl who might dream and read about these kinds of adventures, but would never be able to go on one.
âI want to go home!â Betty
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