Chapter 2 of my book

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Chapter 2

“We need to think this over.” I said, starting towards the forest where I do my best thinking. “But what if this is a joke from some teenagers?” asked Cobi, “Do you think mere teenagers could make a thirty foot Sasquatch and send it after us?” I countered. “But what if it isn’t teenagers, what if its grown adults?” Jack said, “Now that’s what I’ve been thinking about.” I said, and continued with: “Here’s my theory. Somebody sent that Sasquatch as a test. They must want us as weapons. They’re planning a big war. A freaking World War Three.” We started walking back to the house each digesting this information with varying levels of fear. Back in the house, we thought about what to do. “I’ve got it!” Cobi said, “I had a friend a couple years ago who knew EVERYTHING about the World Wars. He was eighteen last time I saw him, and his name is Dave. Dave Stulitler.” Cobi laughs: "in fact, he used to get thousands of people together to do World War 1 reenactments." “Send him a message, right now.” I said, “we need this information to get to anyone who can help right away.” “I’m on it.” Said Jack, and climbed down the ladder under our trapdoor. We saw him run away into the forest and then heard him scream so high-pitched that we could barely hear him. “We should go get him, maybe he ran into a bear.” I said nervously, just as he ran out of the woods. After climbing back into the house, he said, “I sent a massage with a peregrine falcon, the fastest living animal on earth.” We all looked at each other. “That should do.” I said, “Well, lets get back to practicing.” “Three of us should practice and the other one should keep watch.” Said Cobi, “I agree, I’ll take first watch.” I said. I climbed up to the crow’s nest, which, if you’re wondering, is only the top level of our house that is open to the air. “Fang, Cobi,” I called down “you two go first. Winner go’s with Jack. Winning is touching your weapon on any part of the other person’s body.” Fang and Cobi fought for a bit but then Cobi touched Fang’s leg. “Ohh Fang, your dead, come on up.” I said, climbing down, and watching as slowly, ever so slowly, Cobi gained the upper hand on Jack. Then, Cobi touched Jack’s arm. “Alright Jack, get up there.” I said as I started walking towards Cobi, the undefeated champion (for now, because, as seen in chapter 1, I am better at fighting than he is) “I’ve been practicing three years longer that you have, Twice. A. Day. What’s that? Six hundred or so times a year, one thousand two hundred or so more times than you have!” (I’m not very good at math, oh, and we play insult each other sometimes, so we are not being mean.) “I’ve gotten better since last time.” Said Cobi, “yeah? Well, So. Have. I.” And with that, we ran at each other and suddenly the sound of metal against wood rang through the woods. We fought long and hard, but then we heard the sound of a bomber flying towards us. “BOMBER!! RUN!!!!!” I screamed, and we needed no second warning. We ran. “UNDER THE HOUSE! THAT’S THE SAFEST PLACE!!!” I yelled. (I’m really yelling my head off today, huh? Imagine six months of this.) Once we were safely under our house (which has a roof but no walls) Fang said “I can throw a smoke bomb so they can’t see us,” “no,” I said, “they would be above the smoke, it would be like a beacon.” “What if he throws it as far away as he can?” asked Cobi, “that would be perfect! But use your slingshot instead, it’ll go farther.” I said. And with that, Fang grabbed his slingshot and one of his many smoke bombs (he also had dozens of stink bombs and regular bombs, all of which were homemade.) he pulled back, took aim and let fly a perfect shot so far away that we couldn’t see it till the smoke started billowing out of it. “Alright guys, when the bomb hits that smoke, I want all of us to scream as loud as we can so that they think that they killed us.” I said, (and my throat is really getting sore now) and we suddenly heard a whistling, and at the same time we saw a bomb falling from the sky onto our smoke bomb savior. BOOM!! “AAH-“ I cut my family off. “We’re dead, remember?” we heard the bomber fly away and we all breathed out a sigh of relief.