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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *10*

*Ladies and gentlemen, here is part 10. Hope you guys like it-Fluffykins*

11:47 p.m.

Paris and I were getting things we need in bags. It looked as if we were trying to run away or something like that, though I don't believe we will be gone that long. Lillian...never say 'don't' when something may possiably happen!

I was the first one to be out of the room before Paris and into the hallway. I said I'd be waiting for her. While walking down the hall...I bumped into someone. I looked to see Blanket!

Blanket: *rubbing his eyes* What are you doing?
Me: Um, what are you doing?
Blanket: Don't change the subject.
Me: Neither to you.
Blanket: I was using the bathroom. Now what are you doing?
Me: Oh, just walking around. Can't sleep.
Blanket: With a bag, and your day clothes on?
Me: How you walk amost the halls of this house is your buisness. How I do it is mine. *tries to walk past him*
Blanket: *steps in front of me* You're not telling me everything, Little Bit.
Me: I believe I did. *tries once more*
Blanket: *does the same again* As your Uncle, I have the right to know.
Me: And as your niece,that I may remind you is a year older than you, I don't believe I have the right to tell you anything.

I kept trying to walk past Blanket, but he wouldn't allow it. We kept this little blocking game up until Paris emerged from her room and right to us-giving us away right off the bat.

Paris: Ohkay. Omar is early to pick us up and take us back to Neverland.
Blanket: Neverland?
Paris: *looks at him* Prince Michael II what are you doing up?
Blanket: I was using the bathroom, bumped into Little Bit, tried to get her to tell me why she's all dressed up, but I believe you just told me.
Paris: *looks at me*
Me: *looks at her*
Me&Paris: *looks right at Blanket*
Blanket: So mind telling me, or shall I wake up Grandmother?

Once Blanket said that, Paris and I both picked him up against his will and carried him outside to where Omar was waiting for us in his Black SUV. We got in and placed Blanket in the back with Paris and I. Omar looked back from the front at us.

Omar: Now Blanket is in on it, too?
Paris: No. 
Me: He was about to rat us out.
Blanket: And I would've gotten away with it to! If it wasn't for you meadling kids. And you're strength!
Paris: Blanket, no more Scooby-Doo.
Blanket: You can't stop the Doo now. It's my life!
Me: I thought Batman and Spider-Man was your life?
Blanket: That is my buisness!
Omar: May I please be filled in now?

Paris and I nodded and started telling Omar the story about what was going on. And just like Paris, I had to pull out the riddle parts for him to believe me. To me it looked like he new the hand writting, but I think he was more shocked that this whole thing was happening. To look at Blanket, it made me hollow inside-upset. He seemed like he knew as well who the hand writing belonged, too.

Omar: Ohaky. Home sweet Neverland...here we come.

Blanket, Paris and I staid silent as Omar began driving off. I couldn't believe myself, we all were going back home. We going back to Neverland. I saw in my Aunt and Uncle's face...they longed for this day. Where they could walk through the gates of Neverland and relive the good memories they had there. And I am certain my face is the same.

I just hope no one takes us being gone, over the edge.

*Part 10 is done. And sorry I'm doing it part after the other. I'm just in a writing mood at the moment for some reason. Well, part 11 shall be here soon.*

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