Chapter 11
Two weeks later, Sophie still couldn't choose. Yes, she knew she had to pick, but she had known them for five years. How do you pick one guy from three guys, when you have known them for five years? It's hard.
She got very distracted at school. Which isn't good. She decided to call Fitz and talk privately to him at Everglen.
She called him that Friday. He answered right away."Did you choose?" He asked excitedly.
"No. But that's what I am going to talk to you. Can I come to Everglen?" She asked. "Sure," he answered. "Ok," she said,"I'll come right now." He nodded his head and the screen turned off.
She grabved her leapfinder, she had just got a new one, and leaped to Everglen. Fitz greeted her in front of the gates. "Sophie, do you want to go to the lake and talk? Then we won't be interrupted," he said. "Sure," she answered. The gates open and they walked to the lake.
So, what did you want-woah. What was that? Fitz transmitted. What do you mean? Sophie asked.I heard something that wasn't your thoughts. But I don't hear it anymore. So nevermind.
Oh. Well I was going to say that I can't pick between you three.Sophie said. I've known you guys for five years. You the longest of course. But I like you all in your own way.
I don't know how I can help you. Fitz said. You know I want you to pick me.
"I guess I came to you, because I needed supposed. You were my first friend, the first elf I ever met, or knew was an elf, since Mr.Forkle is an elf, but never mind. You're my first friend and you're good with this kind of thing. Just think about it, ok?" She said. "Ok," Fitz answered. "Can I atleast see what you think of each of us?" She said sure and then he closed his eyes. After a few minutes, Sophie felt nausous. He pulled away and said,"What's wrong?" She didn't have time to answer because she threw up on the ground. She felt weak, and then asked,"Did yoy get what you wanted?" He nodded and she said good bye, leaping away.
She needed to see Elwin fast. Something was wrong.
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