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" Shush!” I order. Mom and Dad’s door is closed, but their room is just down the hall. Mom will not be happy if we wake her up. (She already got annoyed at me once today when I told her she was six minutes and forty-five seconds late picking me up at school. I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. But I have a supercool timer on my watch, and if I’m not going to use it to tell her how late she is, then what am I going to use it for?) We slink down the first flight of stairs. They creak. A lot. Finally, I reach to open the door to the basement. I freeze. I freeze as if, well, I’ve been tagged. Because the truth is I am possibly not the bravest girl in the world. And it’s late. And we’re going to the basement. I prefer reading about adventures, not having them. “What’s wrong?” Jonah asks, sliding in front of me and down the stairs. “Come on, come on, come on!” I take a big, deep breath, turn on the basement light, and close the door behind me. one step. "
― Sarah Mlynowski , Fairest of All (Whatever After, #1)
