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Leo Grabbed The Neasrest Thing He Could Find- A Porta-potty Seat- And Threw It At The Face. Leve Me Alone!

You Have To Read A Lot So You Know What Good Writing Looks Like And You Get Inspired. You Have To Write A Lot Because It's Like A Sport - You Have To Practice. And, Also, You Have To Persevere. Don't Give Up. I Got Rejected On My First Book, Like, 14 Times, But I Just Kept Going. So Believe In Yourself And Don't Give Up.

Brother Dear,” I Said, “did Your Soul Leave Your Body While Amos Was Talking, Or Did You Actually Hear Him? Egyptian Gods Real. Red Lord Bad. Red Lord’s Birthday: Very Soon, Very Bad. House Of Life: Fussy Magicians Who Hate Our Family Because Dad Was A Bit Of A Rebel, Whom You Could Take A Lesson From. Which Leaves Us—just Us—with Dad Missing, An Evil God About To Destroy The World, And An Uncle Who Just Jumped Off The Building—and I Can’t Actually Blame Him.” I Took A Breath. [yes, Carter, I Do Have To Breathe Occasionally.]

[piper] Rushed To Get Dressed. By The Time She Got Up On Deck, The Others Had Already Gathered—all Hastily Dressed Except For Coach Hedge, Who Had Pulled The Night Watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics Shirt Was Inside Out. Percy Wore Pajama Pants And A Bronze Breastplate, Which Was An Interesting Fashion Statement. Hazel’s Hair Was All Blown To One Side As Though She’d Walked Through A Cyclone; And Leo Had Accidentally Set Himself On Fire. His T-shirt Was In Charred Tatters. His Arms Were Smoking.

Hazel!” He Yelled. “that Box! Open It!” She Hesitated, Then Saw The Box He Meant. Te Label Read Warning. Do Not Open. “open It!” Leo Yelled Again.