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You would think I was crazy if I told you I was serious, but here I am. You would tell me to leave if I came exploding inside your house, telling you I was running away from some hideous creature, yet, here I am. I refuse to leave and you give in. I'm telling you my story, where I've been, what I've done, and you listen. It's not such a stupid story anymore, now is it?
I was walking home from school with my best friend Emille, same as any regular Tuesday afternoon. The air was sultry, the ground was cracked dry, and the sky? Just a little too bright. Emille and I carried on our everyday conversation about our day, the drama, you know. Girl talk. But that's when I took a faceplant right into the concrete ahead of me. "Umm . . . OW?" I yelled. Emille was laughing too hard to look down at my unfortunate self, so I helped myself up. "What in the world did I even trip over?" I asked in annoyance. "It must have been pretty hard to make me fall that hard." This just triggered her laughter tenfold. I swear sometimes she just gets to me . . .
I looked upon the sidewalk. On it was a . . . thing. It had a dark mocha colored metal-like shell and miniature turning horns on the top, and was about the size of a tomcat. Two eyelids were shut on the sides. I picked it up. "Em, look!" (She was still laughing) "What do you suppose this thing is?" Emille practically ran when I showed the creature to her. "Uh, I don't know. Probably just somebody's . . . thing they decided to abandon. I suggest we do the same." I'm not going to lie, I gave my buddy the 'you're-stupid' look. I talked her into researching it with me, and off we went to my house.
Worst mistake of my life.
I wish I could tell you that 'Emille and I spent half the night Googling the monster until we wrote a ten page report.' And that 'We kept the adorable and harmless thing and lived happily ever after.' Sorry, I wish. We spent about thirty minutes on the thing, until we found a picture on Wikipedia. It was called a Jeeb, and has been terrorizing mankind for over a millennium. It desires the taste of a nice human. And it also has the ability to manipulate your head. You have a 1 in 6,855,958,449 chance that you'll come across one in your lifetime. Great. So out of all the people in the world, I'm the lucky one responsible for getting rid of a living nightmare, that may I add, is on my bed and may wake up at any time.
"Emille, you gotta get out of here." I begged. I wasn't letting her come down with me. "No," she replied. "I'm not going anywhere without you. You can come with me and we'll dump it, or I'll stay here and we'll dump the thing, but no way am I letting you stay here with it. You read it yourself that it's manipulative." Emille. A girl who knows her way around words. But right now, she was being the manipulative one, whether she knew it or not.
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