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Truth, Justice, And The American Way Tribes by LongLostFrogSister

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Hmmm.... What's going to happen this chapter?
I woke up. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Then I remembered all that happened last night, as if someone had just spilled a bucket of water on my head. I smiled, squealed, and skipped down the stairs.

"Good morning! Good morning!" I sing-songed. Gordie was sitting at the table eating some Cocoa Puffs and Mom was doing the dishes. "What's with you?" My mom asked.

"She met a boy last night. He asked for her number," Gordie said through bites of cereal.

"A boy? I'd like to meet him before you start getting close." She narrowed her eyes at me. She returned to dishes and asked, "What's his name?"

"Alan Frog," I put two waffles in the toaster.

"Frog?" She asked. I nodded. "That's a weird last name!"

"No it's not!" I defended. Mom just chuckled. I turned to the toaster. When the waffles popped up, it made me jump. I hate that. I sat down at the table with Gordo. I purposely stared at him to annoy him. At first, he tried to ignore it, but then he looked back at me and said, "Would you quit staring at me!" I started to laugh, and he couldn't help but smile to. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. Toby came from his room and stole a bite of my waffles an Gordie's cereal. Toby was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, he had his shoes on. Odd. He usually is in his pjs all day.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm going out to look for a job for the summer," Toby continued, "save up my money for..... well I don't know what I'm saving for. I'm just saving."

"Well that's good!" My mom said., "You should make some new friends while your at it."

"Yeah, ok," he replied. I finished my waffles, and sat in the living room and watched Spongebob. Yeah, I know. The kid inside of me never died! The phone started to ring. I hopped up from the couch and tripped over the coffee table. I scrambled up and picked up the phone. I heard my family laugh and I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Danny?" The voice on the other end asked.

"Yup, sure is!" I replied.

"Hey, it's Alan. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?" He asked.

"Yeah of course!" I smiled.

"Okay, do you mind if my brother comes?" Alan asked me.

"Yeah sure!"

" 'Kay. Where do you live?" He asked. (I know, so many questions.)

"234 Bay St. ," I answered.

"Hey, that's close to where I live! I'll be there in ten minutes and we'll walk into town."

"Okay! See ya then!" I said. We hung up. Ten minutes. I rushed to my room and put on some clean clothes. I put in a black tanktop, grey skinny jeans, and my white converse. I made sure my hair looked okay, then I went down the stairs.

"Someone's got a date?" Gordie wiggled his eyebrows.

"No it's not a date. We're just hanging out!" I glared at him.

"You wish it was a date, though," he replied back, picking on me.

"Yes, I do," I said, not denieing it. Gordie just laughed at me.

Alan's P.O.V.

I got off the phone with Danny. I was so excited. I really liked this girl. She was pretty, cute, funny, an she was different from other girls. Danny isn't afraid to be herself and doesn't try to be someone she's not.

Edgar and I locked the house. Our parents are hardly ever home. Danny's house was just down the street from ours. We started walking
over there. "You like her don't you," Edgar teased me.

"Maybe." I smiled. Not maybe. I was positive I liked her.

I knocked on her door and her little brother, Gordie, answered. Before I could say anything, he turned his head and said, "Danny, your friends are here!"

She came to the door and Gordie left back into the house.

"Hey," she closed the door behind her.

"Hi," I said.

Danny's P.O.V.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," he smiled at me.

"You must be Edgar," I turned to Alan's brother.

"You must be Danny," he said back. We started to walk into town.

"So, where ya from?" Alan asked.

"Roseburg, Oregon," I say.

"What's it like there? I bet it's different from here." Edgar says.

"Actually not really," I said, "They are kind of similar. Except that Roseburg has something different though."

"What?" Alan looked at me.

"Forget it," I say, "You wouldn't believe it anyway."

"There's a lot of things people don't believe," I heard Edgar mutter. We all got a soda and walked along the boardwalk.

"Let's go fijnd a table," Edgar said. We sat down by the railing, a perfect view of the ocean. It was quiet for a minute until Alan spoke up, "Notice anything unusual about Santa Carla?"

"It's not very different from Roseburg," I reassured.

"I highly doubt that," Edgar said.

"Oh yeah, how?" I said.

"You believe that vampires are real?" He asked. I was silent.

I heard Alan kick Edgar under the table and whisper to him, "Great! Now she thinks we're weirdos!"

"No, I don't," I told Alan.

"You don't?" Alan looked suprise.

I shook my head, "Vampires. They are all over Roseburg. I've seen them. I almost got attacked by one. I told people at my school and I told my family. No one ever believed me. Rumors around school spread. And soon I didn't have any friends. People picked on me and beat me up after that. The only friend I had was my dog." I chuckled at the last part.

"We're used to being called weird. People just ignore us." Alan said.

"That comic store," Edgar shook his head, "We're deticated to a higher purpose. We're fighters for truth, justice, and the American way!"

"We are vampire hunters," Alan said. "We've been aware of a lot of vampire activity in Santa Carla for a long while, now."

Everything made sense. Why Alan said that comic would be helpful. Why Santa Carla was so much like Roseburg. It all made sense.

"We could use another person to help," Alan raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you want. You don't have to."

I smiled, "Yeah, sure. I know a thing or two about vampires."

"Really? You will?" Alan asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Great! Keep an eye out for suspicious characters. Oh, and all those missing posters, are the cause of vampires. Keep a low profile, if a vampire finds out you're hunting them, they will target you," Edgar warned.

"Okay. So do you guys need any help at the shop?" I asked. Alan looked to Edgar and nodded.

"Nine a.m. to ten p.m., Monday through Friday," Edgar looked back at me. I nodded.

We walked back. It was about five 'o clock. Their house is past mine so they continued walking.

"Bye guys!" I said.

"See ya!" They said.

I turned to open the door, but then heard, "Danny wait!" I turned around, to see Alan running up to me.

"Yeah?" I say. He nervously leaned in and kissed my cheek. I smiled and so did he.

"See ya tommorrow?" Alan asked.

"Yeah." I smile at him. He makes his way down the road and waves to me. I wave back and then go inside.

Alan's P.O.V.

I cannot believe I just did that. She smiled at me after that. As I walked down the street and I waved to her. She waved back. I ran and caught up with Edgar. He wiggled his eyebrows and I nudged him. He nudged me back. I couldn't help but smile the whole way home.

Danny's P.O.V.

I closed the door behind me and smiled. Then, Gordie and Toby ran from my room and towards their own.

"Hey! Stop right there!" I snapped. They froze and turned around slowly. I went up to them. "What were you two doing in my room?"

"Heh heh, what're you talking about? We weren't in your room!" Toby laughed nervously.

"Toby, I'm not stupid." I folded my arms over my chest. They were silent. I glared at them and then pointed to the couch. They scurried over and sat down. I paced around the couch.

"I have ways of making you talk." I pause in front of the couch and look to Gordie.

"Oh, no," Gordie spits out.

"Gordo," I said mischevously. I run quickly to his room and back. I had picked up a comic that took him years to find. One that was rare.

"Don't say anything Gordo. " Toby said. Gordie just sat there wide eyed. I opened a drawer and pulled out a lighter. I lit it and held it apart from the comic.

"No!" Gordie said quickly.

"Tell me what happened Gordie," I said moving the two objects together slowly.

"Don't do it Gordo!" Toby urged.

"No!" Gordie repeated.

"Tell me!" I said. Toby and I ranted on and on telling him two different things to do. Gordie is bad under pressure. When the lighter was about an inch from the comic, Gordie hopped up andc said, "Fine! We read your diary! I swear it was Toby's idea!"

I let him have the comic. He hugged it tightly and ran to his room. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at Toby.
"Do you have anything you want to say?"

"Uhm.. You have a very interesting life?" He guessed.

"I'm gonna get back at you!" I assured him. He scampered off to his room. I was going to have to find a new hiding place for my journal.

I was lying in my bed. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. I sat up and looked out my window. I could've swore I saw someone sitting on a branch outside my window. I looked closer and saw the shape of a figure. I couldn't see who it was but they had long dark hair. The night time made it nearly impossible to see. The figure started moving towards my window. I got scared and turned on my lamp. When I turned it on, no one was there.
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