Gabbi read the paper. It read:
Once upon a time, there were two girls. Their names were Gabbi and Abby. One day they went to the park, where they played on the swings. They had a fun time. But suddenly
Gabbi looked up. "Dad?" she asked.
He came into the room. "Yes?"
"Abby ripped up your story." Gabbi handed the pieces to him.
He took them. "Thanks. I wasn't finished with it."
"I can tell." Gabbi smiled as he left the room.
A few months later, Gabbi sat on her bed. The memory of the bad day was gone, faded. She was reading her dad's story on her laptop, looking at the document.
As she closed the browser and the computer, something occurred to her, something she hadn't thought of in a long time.
The papers that read:
To be continued!
But her dad hadn't used that sentence in his story! What were they really for?
Gabbi sighed. I will find out. I must, she thought.

The End!