'Pesky': An Invite of Sorts...
Pesky took the notebook solemnly, as if accepting an expensive relic.
He gulped at the words "dead kid". He hadn't heard about anyone being found, only the disappearances. He snuck another sideways look at Corey and could tell he was feeling nervous as well.
He steeled himself and said, "Ok. Lemme run home and get my walkie-talkies. Gotta feed the dog too, so I'll be a few minutes."
"Jesus I hope my mom doesn't find out about this," he added, mostly to himself.
He set the notebook down and headed for the ladder. "I'll pick it up when I come back. I don't want my mom to see it and ask what it is. I'll be back in just a few...I'll hurry, promise."
With that, he climbed down the ladder, hopped on his bike, and headed home, the adrenaline pumping his legs even faster than usual. He started going through the plan in his head, trying to think of anything else he might need.
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Once home, he ran to the kitchen to feed Penny. She sat semi-patiently until he'd finished filling her food and water bowls. He looked at her and said, "Ok," and she lunged at the bowl, her tail wagging as she began to eat.
With Penny fed, he ran upstairs to his room, throwing his walkie-talkies, a pen, and his trusty Boy Scout knife into a small backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. "Be Prepared" was a scout motto after all.
Everything together, he walked downstairs semi-calmly and told his mom that he was going to play with Edith, Gary, and Corey in the treehouse. She said something that sounded like, "Be careful," and Pesky hit the door at a run, before she could ask anymore questions.
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He arrived back at the treehouse out of breath, climbing the ladder and panting as he entered.
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