The Sea Does Not Like

Oh, God,” I Said. “sorry, Sorry. Do I Die Now?” --sadie To Zia

I Held Out My Dad’s Magic Box And Let It O, Sure It Would Smash To The Floor. Instead, The Box Disappeared. “cool,” I Said. “sure You I Can Get It Back?” “no,” Bast Said. “now Come On!

We'de Have To Get In And Get Out The Hard Way; And If We Made A Mistake, There Was No Telling What Sort Of Curse We'de Unleash: Monster Guardians, Plagues, Fires, Exploding Donkeys(don't Laugh; They're Bad News).

And I Was Holding Someone Who Was Destined To Be My Best Friend, Or Possibly My Worst Enemy.

It's Hard To Enjoy Practical Jokes When Your Whole Life Feels Like One.