Roger is stuck in detention forever and the only way to escape is by uncovering a deep dark secret about himself and the people around him. From drawing his teacher naked on the blackboard to sabotaging the school’s science fair, Roger finds himself spending more time in the school’s detention closet than he does at home. Before he knows it, his once “Ivy League” world becomes relegated to a small dark space, where the only human interaction he has is with the voice of a mysterious woman who talks to him from behind the wall. Steeped in humor and suspense, this psychological thriller takes the reader on a journey through the mind of a disturbed teen genius who struggles to fit in at school and at home. Can Roger escape the shackles of his mind or will the lady behind the wall remain a mystery? This is Detention Land.
Reviewed by Melissa Tanaka for Readers' Favorite
Detention Land by Susan Orion is the story of a thirteen-year-old boy named Roger R. Prism, a genius who constantly finds himself in the Detention Hall — a box-like, windowless closet with nothing but a single hanging light bulb, an old brown recliner, and an intercom through which a nameless woman speaks. He is at the mercy of the unseen woman and her constant probing questions. Roger’s intellect gives him a sense of superiority regarding other people, as he constantly looks down on others or insists that the world is out to get him due to his high intelligence. However, as the story continues, parts of the façade begin to fade and readers are able to see a troubled boy dealing with several complex issues.
Orion shines when it comes to world building, not only creating the desolate atmosphere of the detention box, but also the character of Roger with all his conflicting bouts of self-esteem and lack thereof. Like most teenagers, Roger is infused with a strong sense of self and the belief that his actions and opinions are always in the right, but at the same time he is plagued with a school administration that seems intent on making him suffer. That being said, Orion combines both first and third person point of view through usage of journal entries. Roger is dealing with a lot of things and his simultaneous pessimism in humanity and faith in himself is very interesting to look at. By reading Roger’s own innermost thoughts, readers are able to have a deeper understanding of his character that helps add to the way he is viewed throughout the story. A very enjoyable read.
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Kahuna is a great magician who lives on a beautiful island in Hawaii. Kahuna means "a secret" in Hawaiian. He performs magic shows every night for the local Hawaiians and the visiting tourists. He has a huge secret that he is keeping from everyone. He is not only a magician; he really does have magical powers. That is why his magic shows are so incredible. They look so real, because they are real!
He paints his face, chest, and legs with black and red stripes before every magic show. He can breathe fire and twirl circles of fire without getting burned! He performs an amazing fire dance with two fiery batons. He can swallow a sword without getting cut! He can make himself invisible and also float high up into the air. A white tiger will suddenly appear on the stage out of nowhere! Then he will make an elephant appear and disappear! He always has a huge two-headed snake that he uses in his magic act. He taps the snake on its head with his magic wand and says, "Abracadabra!" POOF! The snake will crawl out of a huge puff of white smoke, and then one of the heads will disappear. Kahuna also stands on the stage in front of everyone. Then he waves his hands up into the air. POOF! A huge puff of white smoke appears, and he disappears! Suddenly, he is standing in the back of the crowd. He brings a white kitten out on the stage. He taps the kitten on its head with his magic wand and says, "Hocus Pocus!" POOF! A huge puff of white smoke appears, and the kitten turns into a huge white lion! He folds up a white handkerchief and places it in his hand. He closes his hand and throws his hand into the air. A white dove comes flying out of his hand! Then he pulls a white bunny out of his black magician's hat!
One of his magic tricks that he often performs is called "Fists of Fire." He puts his fists into a burning fire and opens up his hands. The flames do not burn him! He shows his hands to the crowd after he pulls them out of the fire. Everyone is always very shocked!
He uses fire a lot in his shows. Another show he always performs that stuns the crowd is when he sets himself on fire! He wraps himself in cloths and sets the cloths on fire. Then he runs down the street past the crowd, and someone sprays him with foam to put the fire out. He calls this show "Man on Fire."
Another magic trick that he performs is called "Fire Walker." He walks on a bed of hot coals. Then he shows the bottom of his feet to the crowd. There are no burns!
Kahuna performs another magic trick; he walks on a bed of sharp pointed nails. Then he shows the bottom of his feet to the crowd. There are no wounds! This magic trick is called "Bed of Nails."
When people leave his magic show, he shocks them every single time. They hate when his show ends, and they want to see more of his magic. He always hears someone say, "How did he do that?" The children always say, "Wow!" In his mind he always laughs because he is the only one that knows that it is real magic. He always stays after his shows end to sign autographs for people in the crowd. People love him, and he is very famous.
When Kahuna was twenty years old, a huge bolt of lightning struck him on his head during a severe thunderstorm in Hawaii. Someone saw it happen, and they called for help right away. An ambulance came and rushed him to the hospital. The doctors were all amazed that he survived such a bad electrical shock to his body. He had severe burns all over the bottom of his feet, and all of the hair on his head was burned off! His head was black, and he was completely bald! The doctors told him that it was a true miracle that he lived. His brown eyes turned black! His voice changed and became very deep. When his hair grew back in, it was solid white! He never cut his hair again. His hair became very long, and it was still very white. He grew a long white beard and moustache. He never cut his beard or moustache either. His beard and moustache grew and grew. Many people thought he looked just like Merlin The Magician.
“Let him go! No! stop! Pull him back in! Pull him back in!” yelled Jemma. She struggled but was firmly pinned against the rock face by Bollo. Jemma was up against the back wall of the walkway behind the waterfall. She watched helplessly as Todda and Jud held her best friend under the white torrent of water. Each of them was holding an arm and Gonga was spluttering and struggling to breathe, desperately trying to get out from under the force of the water. Todda and Jud were older and much stronger, so Gonga’s struggles were in vain. Bollo laughed even louder as Todda yelled, “Let’s see if we can wash this stain off once and for all!” referring to the white splash of hair in the centre of Gonga’s chest. He was the only gorilla in the entire band that had one, and was tormented mercilessly for it by Todda and his gang.
After school, Gonga met Jemma and they were enjoying a leisurely stroll past the three big boulders, under the old tree they affectionately knew as ‘Old Bow-Legs’ and up to the walkway behind the waterfall. It was easy to see why they nicknamed the tree because if you looked at it quickly out of the corner of your eye, it looked like a bow-legged old man. The walkway behind the waterfall was about halfway up the cliff, and enjoyed a good view over the pool and river at the bottom of the waterfall far below. As they were halfway through the walkway, the gang closed in – again! Todda had blocked the exit in front of them, while Jud and Bollo blocked the entrance behind them. As the three advanced on them, Todda yelled, “Time to wash you off, freak!” and grabbed him by the arms.
Now Gonga spluttered and gasped as the monumental force of the water knocked almost all the breath from his battered body. Gonga clung desperately to the ledge with his toes while Todda and Bollo stood laughing. Gonga was leaning back precariously, his chest, shoulders and face taking the full weight of the waterfall. Every time Gonga tried to pull himself back in, he was pushed backwards under the curtain of water again. Looking up, he could see the water falling down onto his chest like a relentless, white-water guillotine. He could vaguely hear yelling and laughter coming from the other side of the water curtain but was too scared to take much notice. Just as he thought he was about to die, he was yanked back through the heavy, stinging water and shoved up against the rock wall next to Jemma.
“Leave him alone, you cowards,” she screamed. Gonga’s legs felt like jelly, but Todda held him up, a vice-like grip around his throat.
“No boys. It looks like it’s permanent after all!” shouted Todda above the roar of the waterfall and punched Gonga on the white spot in his chest. Gonga slumped to the ground as Todda let him go.
Gonga ambled through the thick undergrowth down to a pool at the river’s edge. As soon as he arrived, he sat down and studied the water. He was the first to the water this morning, so he had to be extra careful. A few months ago a small gorilla had been caught by a crocodile, never to be seen again. Gonga sure didn’t want that to happen to him, so he scanned the water very carefully for any signs of movement. The adults had built a fence and placed it underwater at the back of the pool, but that was no guarantee of safety. He stood up and moved toward the water, but a movement in the trees above caught his attention and he stopped. He thought he had seen something grey coloured, and was just peering up when he glimpsed it again and a branch came crashing down into the pool. Just then, a huge crocodile jumped up out of the water, snapping its jaws loudly at the intrusion. The croc settled slowly back into the water, until only its eyes and snout were visible. It watched Gonga for a short while before turning around and heading to the back of the pool, where it swam straight out into the river and disappeared downstream.
Gonga waited until the pool was calm again, and thought about how lucky he was that the branch had startled the croc, checking his hands to see if they were still shaking. He threw a few pebbles into the brown, murky water, and said “the fence must be broken”, to no-one in particular. Once he was satisfied it was safe, he walked in up to his waist and, shivering slightly, started washing his face in the chilly water. “I wonder where my friends are?” Gonga thought to himself. “They’re normally here by now.”
Just then the water next to him exploded and he was absolutely drenched! Gonga jumped sideways and screamed loudly, thinking that the big croc had returned. He scrambled toward the side of the pool and looked back to see Todda in fits of laughter. Todda had swung out over the pool on a jungle vine, and bombed Gonga, landing in the water right next to him. Jud and Bollo were hiding behind a tree and howled with laughter at Gonga, who was still trying to wipe the water out of his eyes.
Todda and his two friends started pelting him with mud, saying to each other, “Aim for the white target, boys!” Just as Gonga was getting pelted, his friends came to his rescue. Splat! Splat! They peppered Todda and his gang with some of their own medicine. Thonk! Bollo howled as he was hit in the ear by a hard piece of mud.
“I didn’t know there was a stone in it! Honest!” said Jemma, but a sly little smile afterwards told Gonga and his friends otherwise. Jemma was always up to some sort of mischief!
“That’s enough!” shouted Mrs Brackengood, freezing everyone with her stern voice as she walked into a chaotic classroom. Everyone went silent, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Okay,” said Todda, casually throwing the hairpin over Jemma’s head, and out of the classroom.
Jemma’s eyes widened and, stepping on a log, launched herself high into the air to catch it, before it was lost forever. She caught the hairclip, but landed awkwardly on the side of a log. This sent her flying into the railing at the edge of the classroom. There seemed to be a split second where it held, but then the wooden posts shattered spectacularly, and Jemma dropped out of sight down the side of the cliff!
“No!” yelled Gonga, scrambling to the spot where Jemma had just disappeared. “Don’t go near the edge!” shouted Mrs Brackengood, but it was too late. Gonga was already flat on his belly, peering down the cliff face. He saw Jemma a little way down the cliff, her eyes wide with fear, clinging desperately to a narrow ledge with both hands. The broken railing made a nasty scraping noise, as it swung back and forth across the cliff face next to Jemma.
“Jemma, Are you okay?” yelled Gonga. Jemma nodded shakily as she clung to the ledge.
“Can you reach the railing?” called Gonga.
“No!” she grunted, breathing hard from her efforts. Gonga grabbed the broken railing and tried to swing it back and forth to reach Jemma. It was heavy and difficult to swing with just one hand. No matter how hard he tried, he was just not able to get it to swing close enough for Jemma to grab. The rest of the class was shouting encouragement, but it was just a vague background noise to Gonga and he was tiring out quickly. Just as he put all his effort into one last swing, he saw a grey arm appear from a crack in the rock face and give the railing an extra push in Jemma’s direction. Gonga was surprised, but only had time to think about it very briefly before the railing reached Jemma. She grabbed at it with one hand, the other still clinging desperately to the ledge. The wooden post snapped almost as soon as she grabbed it, sending the railing swinging wildly in the opposite direction. She scrambled and clung to the ledge again with both hands.
“Grab the leathervine part, Jem!” shouted Gonga. As the railing swung back toward Jemma, she grabbed one of the leathervines and wrapped it around her wrist. The railing jerked as its swing came to a sudden stop, almost pulling Jemma from her grip on the little ledge. She tested it to see if it would take her weight. There were loud cracking noises as the rest of the railing threatened to pull free from the cliff face.
Everyone in the classroom yelled, and Gonga shouted, “Help me! Grab the railing!”
Jemma looked at the mist-covered river below them and found that she couldn’t see the other bank. The mist enclosed their rope about halfway across the river.
She eyed this warily and said, “I’m chickening out. You go first!”
“Okay,” said Gonga with an adventurous twinkle in his eye. He climbed onto the vine, hanging upside down by his hands and feet. “Be careful!” said a nervous Jemma, but Gonga had already started across, their rope bouncing as he moved along. He was soon over the middle of the river and disappeared from Jemma’s view into the morning mist. All she could see was the bouncing of the rope. It gave a few big bounces and then went still for a while. Jemma’s heart almost stopped, but she heard no splash. The leathervine soon resumed its normal, gentle and rhythmic pattern of bounces. She waited anxiously for some signal to know that it was her turn. It was only once Gonga had disappeared into the mist that she thought about the fact that he didn’t have a safety rope in case he fell into the river.
Gonga’s heart was pounding as he moved hand over hand across the leathervine, despite his show of bravado in front of Jemma. Once he reached the middle of the river and was swallowed up by the mist, he found the vine even more wet and slippery. It was harder going now and he was straining to see through the mist. Suddenly a bird flew right past his face. It was such a shock that he instinctively put a hand up to protect his face and caused his other hand to slip off the wet vine. The vine bounced wildly up and down as he held on with his feet. He was hanging upside down over what he could only assume was the middle of the river, unable to see anything except for white mist. It had been great to see the mist over the river in the mornings, but now the mist was not so pretty anymore. Once the vine was still again, he slowly reached up and grabbed the vine with his hands again and started moving. He inched across through the mist, gripping the leathervine much harder than he probably needed to. He was relieved when he finally exited the mist, seeing that he was almost over land already. He sped up slightly and was soon in the branches of a large tree where he found the hook neatly lodged in the crook of two branches. Relieved, he sat there a short while, his chest heaving until he caught his breath.
Jemma waited anxiously on the other side of the river. There had been no splash and the leathervine had stopped moving now. She wondered if Gonga had reached the other side safely. Just then she heard a small splash. She couldn’t see anything except the ever-widening ripples where something had landed in the water below her.
I had no idea why I was there. I hadn’t done anything, apart from not handing in History homework. And talking too much in Maths. And pushing over Matthew after assembly. “I haven’t done anything.” I said.
Miss Simpson held up a letter by its corner, as if it were a disc of dog dirt. “Your parents have written to confirm you’re leaving.” She looked at me. “Tomorrow.” She peered over the top of her silver semi-circular spectacles, retained on a chain around her neck, as if they would ever dare to escape. She was clearly irritated by the thought of any child wanting to leave her school. Not just any school, but her school. Her narrow lips, tightly moulded hairstyle, sharp features and practiced flinty expression made my knees shake. “I have the letter here.”
“I think that’s wrong,” I ventured. “I’m not leaving; I’m staying here.”
Once upon a time there was a white wolf named Frost who lived in The Enchanted Forest of Rising Moon Lake. Frost was the leader of the entire forest. There was even a fire-breathing dragon that lived in the forest! He was a baby blue dragon and he could not breathe fire yet. He just was not old enough to produce fire. The little dragon's name was Sparky. Sparky flew around the forest with the other birds.
There were several birds in the forest. There was a bald eagle named Freedom, a hawk named Jet, a wise old owl named Hooter, a turkey buzzard named Buzz, a bat named Creepy, Woody the Redheaded Woodpecker, and Raven the crow. There were also two swans that lived in the lake by the forest. There was a black swan named Knight and a pretty white swan named Queenie.
There were many animals in the forest. There was another gray and white wolf named Timber. There were also three black wolves that were troublemakers named Dark, Dusk, and Shade. There were two mountain lions named Prowler and Sky, a possum named Hanger, Blackie the Black Bear, Boomer the Buffalo, Snort the wild pig, Howler the coyote, Lizzy and Tizzy the two deer, Wonder the raccoon, Foxy the Fox, Scooter the skunk, and Poker the Porcupine.
There was also a little lizard named Dusty and a beautiful black, yellow and white striped caterpillar named Chewy. Chewy could not wait to turn into a butterfly so he could fly around the forest.
There was a little glass frog that you could see through! You could even see everything inside of him! His name was Shiny. He had a little green tree frog that was his best friend. The tree frog was named Moss. Moss could glide from tree to tree. He had web-like feet that had skin between the toes. This helped him to glide, and he looked just like he was flying!
There was a magical tree in the center of the forest named Magic. Magic was alive! He had the face of a man, and he could talk! He was always watching over the forest and protecting it. There was a magical dust in the branches of his tree that was very powerful.
Sparky was practicing hard trying to breathe fire. He was able to produce one little spark! Sparky tried again. This time he was able to produce two sparks. He tried again. The third time he produced fire! The forest was very dry because it had been so long since it had rained. Sparky didn't know how to control his fire yet. His fire hit the dry leaves of the forest and started a forest fire, which spread very quickly. Sparky flew to Frost very scared, and he told him what he had done. Sparky was very sorry and told Frost he did not mean to start the forest fire. Frost took off running towards the fire to see how bad it was. It was very bad! Frost yelled for everyone to leave the forest right away and head for the lake. Everyone started running and flying to the lake.
Scooter the skunk got trapped in the fire! The fire was getting closer and closer to him. Suddenly, a forest ranger pulled up in a jeep and jumped out. He ran over to Scooter and picked him up. When he did, Scooter sprayed him with his stinky skunk spray! Scooter didn't mean to spray the forest ranger. He was just very scared. He knew that the forest ranger was trying to help him. The forest ranger made an ugly face and covered his nose with his hand. He drove Scooter to the lake and quickly released him. Then the forest ranger jumped out of his car and ran into the lake. He started trying to wash the skunk smell off of him as fast as he could.
Some of the other animals were trapped in the fire too. Frost yelled for all of the large birds to fly around and to find any animals that were trapped in the fire. They could swoop them up and rescue them. Freedom, Jet, Hooter and Buzz took off flying. They were able to rescue Hanger, Wonder, Dusty, Shiny and Chewy. Everyone was safe at the lake now.
Frost told Sparky to fly to the magical tree in the center of the forest. He told him to ask Magic for some branches with the magical dust in them to stop the forest fire. Sparky took off flying to the center of the forest. When he got there, the fire was getting very close to Magic! Magic told Sparky to hurry and break off two of his branches with the magical dust in them. He then told him to fly over the fire and drop the branches on the fire. He told him that the magical dust in his branches would put the fire out. Sparky broke off two branches and flew over the fire with them. He dropped them into the fire. Suddenly, the fire died down and went completely out. Sparky had started the fire, but he had also saved everyone from the fire!
Sparky returned to everyone at the lake. He did not know if everyone was going to be mad at him or not. They were not mad at him, and they all cheered for him. They all knew that he did not mean to start the fire. They already knew that Sparky felt so bad about what had happened. He promised everyone that he would be more careful with his fire next time.
Prowler told everyone that she had some good news. She said that she and Sky were going to have some little cubs very soon! About a month later, Prowler gave birth to two little mountain lion cubs. She had a male and a female. She named her cubs Harley and Hazel.
The next day, Queenie told everyone that she was going to have babies very soon too. Everyone was so excited. About three weeks later, Queenie had four little baby swans! She named her baby swans Bubbles, Boo, Sue and Lou.
One day, Dark, Dusk and Shade were up to no good. They had planned an attack on Frost. They wanted to be the leaders of the forest. Suddenly, they jumped Frost and started a fight with him. It was three against one! Frost was a very strong wolf. He could probably even fight two of them off. There was no way he could win a fight against three wolves at the same time. Suddenly, all of the other animals of the forest started helping Frost. They all wanted Frost to be their leader, not the three black wolves. The three black wolves finally gave up after getting beaten up by the mountain lions. They ran off into the forest. Frost yelled at them as they were leaving. He told them not to ever come back. There was peace in the valley again. Dark, Dusk and Shade were from another forest. They had also been kicked out of their forest. Frost had welcomed them to The Enchanted Forest a few years earlier, and told them they could stay as long as they did not cause any trouble again.
While Dr. Psych sat and waited for his next patient, Tac realized it was time to have a little therapy session himself.
“Dr. Psych?” Tac called out.
Dr. Psych looked around the office, but didn’t see anyone.
“Down here.” Dr. Psych looked at the aluminum can sitting on his desk.
“My name is, Tac.” Dr. Psych jumped up and locked the door. It just wouldn’t look right for a Psychologist to be talking to a can.
“What’s the problem Tac?”
“My life.” he sobbed.
“Tell me about it,” he suggested.
He shivered at the thought of having to recall his past. He gazed longingly out the window.
“Well… it all started when I was born from Mama Bauxite.
Mama and Dad, you used to be nice.
Now you’re not and I’m paying the price.
Mama and Dad, you used to live together.
Now you don’t. You’ve left each other forever.
Life is so hard, now that I have to choose.
If I choose your house Dad, will Mama lose?
It’s never easy when a kid has to pick.
If I choose your house Mama, will Dad’s heart be sick?
Think about me and how I feel.
Divorce is not pretend. It’s for real.
Can’t you get along and once more be friends?
Can’t you love each other again the way God intends?
I have a daddy who does the world's Longest poo. Do you?...
Do you ever wonder why daddies disappear for hours on end? Where on earth do they go?
Based on true events, Daddy and the World's Longest Poo tells the adventure of a little boy who faces just such a conundrum. Follow him on a journey of discovery as he tries to make sense of one of life's great mysteries.
This debut picture book from self-published author Brydie Wright will delight pre-school and early primary readers with its honesty and sense of humour. Mums, Dads and grandparents will get a cheeky laugh out of it too.
Dawn was nine years old, and she had been invited to go to a slumber party with a group of her friends from school. Her friend Lola, who was having the slumber party, only lived about a block away from her house. Dawn's mother had given her permission to go to the party. Dawn was very excited and couldn't wait to go to the party. She knew that it was going to be so much fun. Dawn and her family had just moved to town, and she was still trying to fit in with all of the girls from her school.
Dawn's mother dropped her off at Lola's house. There were twenty girls at the party. All of the girls were in the sixth grade except for Dawn. She was only in the fifth grade and a year younger than everyone else.
Lola had planned a scavenger hunt. She put all of her friends in groups of two girls and gave them lists of what they were searching for. Lola told the girls that they had to stay in their groups and not split up. They started off on their fun adventure going from house to house searching for all of the items on their lists. The first team to find all of the items on their list would win a prize.
Dawn and Mandy were put together as a team. While they were on their scavenger hunt, Mandy told Dawn that she wanted to split up so they could finish faster and win the hunt. Dawn didn't think that was a good idea, and she didn't want to cheat. Mandy started to get angry with Dawn, so Dawn went along with her. They split up, and each girl went to the houses alone. While Dawn was walking by herself and crossing the street, a car with one headlight and a broken windshield pulled up to her. The man inside the car reached over, and the car door flew open. He yelled at her, "Get in the car!" She took off running as fast as she could. She ran up to the closest house and rushed inside without even knocking! The elderly couple that lived in the house was sure surprised to see her come flying through their door. She told them that there was a man trying to force her to get into his car! They went outside and saw him just as he was speeding away. They told her that she was okay; he was gone now. She was scared so she ran back to Lola's house and told her what had happened. Now Lola knew that she had gone on the hunt by herself and that her team had split up to win the hunt. They were caught cheating! Lola was happy that Dawn was okay, but told her that was one of the reasons they were to stay in teams of two.
Soon, all of the girls forgot about what had happened. Everyone stayed in the front yard of Lola's house. They started tumbling in the grass and having fun playing together. It was starting to get very dark outside. Dawn looked down the street, and she saw the car with only one headlight coming again! She yelled at everyone to get into the house because that bad man was coming down the street again! Everyone ran into Lola's house. Lola ran inside and told her mother what was happening. Her mother came outside and didn't see the car with only one headlight. It was gone now. She told all of the girls to stay inside now because it was getting so dark. She went around locking all the doors to her house.
After that Lola started playing music. All of the girls started dancing and laughing. They were having so much fun.
Lola told everyone that they were going to have a séance. Then she said that they were going to try to talk to an old witch from hundreds of years ago. Dawn was scared and didn't want to have a séance. Everyone else wanted to have the séance, so Dawn didn't have a choice. Lola turned off all of the lights. Then the girls got in a big circle and held hands. Lola lit several candles in the middle of the circle. Lola told everyone that they were not to break hands during the séance or the person sitting next to them would have their eyes scratched out by the witch. Dawn was very scared now. They started calling the witch. She held on tight to the hands of each girl beside her. Suddenly, one of the girls holding Dawn's hand broke away from her. Dawn tried to grab her hand back and suddenly the girl started screaming, "My eyes!" Lola jumped up and turned the lights on. Dawn looked over at the girl sitting next to her. She saw blood around both of her eyes! Dawn started screaming! Suddenly everyone started laughing! It was all a big joke that they had played on her. She didn't think it was very funny, and it had scared her. The girl had smeared ketchup all over her eyes to make it look like blood. They had all planned this joke on Dawn. Everyone knew that Dawn didn't like séances and was afraid of them. Dawn was the youngest girl there, and she felt like they were all picking on her. She didn't think it was right. Lola's mom came in and told everyone they needed to settle down. Then she told them to start getting ready for bed.
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