Pyrrha's  POV:

  "Hey, excuse me, but where exactly is Beaconville?"  I asked.

    I waited for a response.

   One lady laughed.

   A teenager rolled his eyes at me.

    "Listen, miss the Halloween contest is long since over, so you might want to consider a new wardrobe,"  I heard a man say.

      I shook my head. This got me nowhere.

      "Nevermind," I blurted out.

     "Suit yourself!"  I heard another person remarked.

     " I thought the newspaper said this place was hospitable. So, much for assistance around here."  I  yelled back at them.

    I walked off. I supposed it was up to me now to discover the truth.

     Yep, I was on my own.

       I sighed. This was so much harder than I thought.

      Ugh, why could not I figure out how I got here?  How was I supposed to find my way home?

     find out more in Chapter 3

    bye, bye little owlets!

-Summer out!