Stan's POV
The week had gone by quickly, ever since we found Bill's flannel I've had a feeling like something... good was gonna happen.
It's Saturday and I dont have any homework so I'm going to be searching for Bill basically all day. I ate some breakfast home and then showered quickly. I put on some Khaki pants and some random t-shirt with Bill's sweater thrown over it. I quickly brushed my hair and my teeth then tied my shoes and left the house.
I was walking through the forest and yelling his name loudly, "BILL!!!! BILL!!!"
I heard some leaves crunching from behind me.
"BILL!!!"
But I brushed it off as someone else searching.
"BILL!!"
I shivered.
"BILL!!!!!"
Turned around.
"... I'm right here." His hoarse voice croaked, then he grabbed onto the side of his body and fell to the ground.
"HEY. I FOUND HIM. HE'S HURT. HELPP!!!!!!!!!"
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Word count: 151
Published on: October 20th 2018
This is a really really short chapter... oops
But the next one is gonna be longer so that's good.
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