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Garnet loved playing pranks on the twins, but she only pranked them when they pranked her first. She was hiding in the top of her favorite tree waiting for Winston and Doyle to walk into the forest and under the tree.

“Well, she has to be here somewhere, her letter said she would be.” As Winston said this to Doyle, Garnet let out an amazingly convincing roar. The twins freaked out.

“What was that?” Winston asked his twin, to which he answered, “Some kind of predatorial animal that could probably kill us both.”

Garnet rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh. She jumped from her tree silently and brought her pocket knife to Winston’s neck. In a raspy voice, she said, “Leave and never return.”

“But-but what about my brother?” Garnet coughed and replied, “Would I really hurt my best friend’s twin?”

“Garnet?” Doyle inquired.

“The very same. Did you think I wouldn’t get you back? You put roaches in my hairbrush,” she answered, surprisingly calm.

Rubbing his neck, Winston uttered, “She has a point.”

Pulling out her pocket watch, Garnet checked the time. “It’s like 10:00 AM. Do you guys want to practice archery, or am I on my own?”

“We’re not supposed to practice or even learn combat with weapons, you know that.” Winston told her.

“I’m telling you, my vision-”

“Your ‘vision’ could have just been a dream, and you said yourself it could’ve been years away.” Doyle remarked.

“It always pays off to be ready for anything, even with the possibility of it not happening,” Garnet argued.

“I hope we’re the only ones out here, I don’t want to run into Skiler and have my day be ruined.”

“Ignore Skiler, she is just a nasty git.” Garnet’s “brother” Riley replied, walking up behind them.

Love, Doyle Brooke Lipman 8-3 Short Story

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