Everwild: Who would I be friends with?

    The person that I would want to be friends with from the book Everwild is Allie. I would want to be friends with her becasue Allie likes to help people who need her to help them. I am somewaht like this and I feel that Allie and me are very alike. I would also want to be friends with Allie becasue she isn't that much of a social person, she is a very  shy person who doesn't talk that much. I am almost exaclty like that. She is one of the main characters in the book Everwild. She comes into the world of Everlost with Nick who she got in a car crash in and they passed through together.
     Allie would be a good fit for my friends and I becasue we are almost exactly like Allie. She is a shy helpful girl who is almost 14. So she is around the same age as us, only a year older. She is shy because she doesn't talk a lot only to Nick and Lief and a cuple other people in the book. She is helpful because she helps Mikey (Mary's brother) with being a finder.
    

Chapter 2

I woke up a 5 hours later, but this time, I was in a nice comfy bed. I asked myself, Was all this just a dream? Am i back home? So I pinched myself to find out. Nope, not a dream. I got out of th purple bed, and walked back around this house. I walked into the kitchen. I looked  in the fridge to find that there was only a couple pieces of food. Might as well save that for when I’m really hungry. “Great”. I thought to myself. I’m going to starve to death. I decided that I better go back to bed again. And then, it happened.

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    Chapter 1

I woke up from my deep sleep i was in for two days. I started walking around this very strange house. The steps of wood creaked as I walked on them. As I got to the top, something didn't feel just right, it felt like someoe was watching me. I slowly and gingerly walked along the long, dark hallway, and peered into each and evry room. Each one was unlocked. Ther was this last door, it was made of oak wood and it had a myraid of cracks and carvings on it. I reached my hand out to open it. When my hand felt the cold door, I had a bad feeling about it. I twisted the door knob to only find that the old, mysterious door was locked. I decided that I would go back downstairs where it might be more safe and less scary then up here. As i Was walking down the stairs, something hit me in the back of the head....