'Oh Tom.' She hugged me, although I knew she was appalled at what I had done. I wouldn't blame her, I hated myself for... doing that. Scooter looked at me sadly and whined loudly.
'SHHH!' If Jazzies parents heard me, we'd be in for it. Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the landing, coming towards Jazzies room. Oh no! I thought.
'Go up there!' Jazzie pointed to a small wooden panel in her ceiling. The attic! Of course! Above her room she has an attic. Scooter and I would hide up there.
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