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Don't mess with the bunny mate chpt 2

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 Chapter two: I’m 300 years old

 

          I stood in the corner of what looked like a meeting
room for serious things. If it weren’t for the giant rabbit I would have felt
slightly less crazy. But the harder I pinched my arm the more I realized this
was no dream, or nightmare. This was the real deal. I looked at Jack as he
propped his legs up on the wooden table and leaned back in his comfy leather
chair. The rabbit was having a twitching problem with his ear. His ear kept
twitching at different sounds and he would just ignore them as I gaped at how
his ears had a mind of their own.

          “WHO ATE MY COOKIE?” A deep Russian voice rang through the
air as a large man wearing a giant red coat walked into the room. To tell you
the truth I had stopped believing in Santa Clause a long time ago when I had
camped out and caught my parents sneaking some gifts under the tree. But here
was the big man staring at me with crow’s feet at his eyes and a scruffy white
beard. I choked on my own saliva and retreated farther into the shadows. A
small triangular looking little man waddled into the room with curled toes that
rang with bells at each of his steps. It made my head ache throb and I almost
smacked the little man over the head for wearing such loud shoes. The little
man ran up to Santa and drooled a cookie out onto the old man’s hand. Jack
cracked up laughing and fell out of his chair as the rabbit massaged his temple
with a furry paw.

          “North, you have GOT to train those things!” The rabbit
said. North looked at him with jest as he flung the soggy cookie at the rabbits
head. The rabbit dodged and the cookie hit me splat, right in the face. Jack
pounded the floor with his fist as he howled with laughter and North turned
beat red as he realized his guest who had been hiding was now covered in
slobber and cookie crumbs. The rabbit came over and brushed the crumbs away and
used his fur to mop up the access drool. Jack finally caught his breath and set
his chair back up.

          “Well I’m glad somebody found that funny,” I and tears
tracked down my face. I wanted to go home, finish my homework, and watch sponge
bob on my T.V. while texting Eric. Jack rushed over to me with apologies
spilling out of his mouth. I put my hand up to his mouth to shut him up and
turned away. He tried to turn me gently, but I would not budge. North pulled
Jack back and walked up to me and pulled me around roughly.

          “Emma, this is a lot to take in I know, but you have to be
brave.” I stamped my foot and growled at him while spitting words out of my
mouth.

          “I was kidnapped, flew into my most terrifying nightmare,
dragged here where ever ‘here’ is, and just got a cookie that was slobbered on
by some triangular munchkin lobbed at my face!” I shout at him and march out of
the room. I sprint down a tunnel and search for an exit. I had to escape this
nightmare. I heard North shouting and
then ice slid under my feet. I realized what this meant too late though and I
fell to the ground, hitting my head on the way down and causing a rush of
nausea.

          “Emma, please, let me explain.” Jack said as he stuck out a
hand for me to grab. I grabbed my head in both hands and fought off
unconsciousness. Jack saw my dilemma and scooped me up in his arms and slid
back to the room, no bumps, just a smooth trip back the hard way I came. I
groaned in frustration and just leaned into his shoulder. He was cold and when
he set me down on the table he touched his pale hand to my forehead. His long
fingers traced the pain across my scalp and brushed my hair out of my face.

          “North, I think she is sick.” Jack said to the old man who
rushed over to the ashen faced boy. North put a big hand up to my forehead and
checked for heat. He took his hand away slowly and looked puzzled.

          “Bunnymund, go get Sandman, he should know what is wrong.”
North told the bunny who bounded through the door on all fours. I wish he would
not do that, it just messes with my mind even more than him just standing
there. Jack took my hand and brushed my hair out of my face again. The coolness
felt good on my skin.

          “It’s just a headache, leave me alone.” I told North in a
thick voice. He shook his head.

          “We should have been watching you more carefully. Even Jack
would not have noticed.” North muttered and then left Jack and me alone.

          “Explaining time,” I demand of Jack who is
uncharacteristically worried. He bobbles his head up and down like a bobble
head.

          “We are the guardians, I am three hundred years old, and
you have a gift that is putting you in harm’s way.” He told me slowly while
still running his fingers through my hair. I pulled his hands from my face and
held them in my small hands.

          “Jack, I have a boyfriend,” I tell him as he grins at me.

          “You say that as if you think I don’t know,” He winks at
me. “I have been protecting him a lot lately; he has a knack for getting into
fights with the school bullies. He is a keeper.” He tells me as I blush
thinking of all the times Eric had stepped up to help a poor nerdy boy too weak
to help himself. I nodded.

          “I think I love him!” I admit to Jack, a complete stranger.

          “That’s a little serious don’t you think?” He says to me
while knitting his eyebrows together and frowning some.

          “You’re never too young for love.” I reply and his eyes
glint with a faint smile.

          “Wait, you’re really three HUNDRED years old?” I ask with
raised eyebrows.

So I know it is not in paragraph form or sumthn like that. It takes forever to make it go across the screen instead of in boxes so I did not do it.

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