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"Okay." Her mom nodded, but she still looked like she didn't thoroughly believe Bree.

Bree let out a sigh of relief and went back to her room, with a mental note to delete her search history and tabs later. Her mom probably thought she was secretly planning a murder or something...

A few months later...

"WHAT do you mean my daughter ran away?!" Mrs. Campbell yelled into her phone.

"I'm terribly sorry about it," Mrs. Peters said on the other side of the line. "And yes, Bree ran away with another student, Conner Bailey."

"My daughter ran away with a boy! But how? And can you find any trace of her?"

"Unfortunately no," Mrs. Peters replied. "She had disappeared before we went boarding, and now I have to switch off my phone. I'll give you more information when we land."

Meanwhile, behind Mrs. Peters, the Book Huggers were having an intense discussion about Conner and Bree running away.

"What if they eloped?" Mindy suggested.

"Oh. My. God." Lindy whispered, eyes dramatically widening.

"I ship it!" Cindy screeched in an high pitched voice. Wendy nodded, smiling.

When the phone call ended, Mrs. Campbell put her phone, expression grim. She remembered her daughter's search history the other day, and wondered if it had anything to do with her running away. What if she was actually on a killing spree, and her excuse for researching about it was writing?

Mrs. Campbell paced nervously, and hoped Bree would be found soon, and that all her theories were just really far-fetched and untrue.

***

"I'm a writer," Conner said to himself as he researched fantasy tropes. He had borrowed his mom's computer for a bit of research. "Hmm, nice," he said as he found a drawing of several fairy tales together in a coloured glass window. "Red's ego will burst through the roof when she finds she's drawn in this."

"I'm a writer." Conner clicked on a list of descriptive words, or "words to use instead of 'said'" to be more specific. "This is useful. And ooh, 'The Top 100 Most Beautiful Words'! Alex will love this!" He also found a picture labeling different parts of a pirate ship.

Suddenly, Conner peered closely at the picture, his nose nearly touching the screen.

"... Did they seriously name a part of a ship 'poop deck'? Who names them anyway?"

Conner looked at it incredulously before flipping open a notebook and began to jot things down.

"I'm a writer!" Conner, a bit frenzied now, read "How to 抖阴社区 A Romance Novel", an article from a writing blog. He furiously wrote down the tips.

"Complete opposites don't attract. They have to share something in common, like a similar backstory, motives or dreams." Conner muttered, puffing on his bangs to get them out of the way. "I guess I need to work more on Admiral Jacobson and Auburn Sally's relationship for Starboardia."

Conner felt a bit embarrassed that he would be searching for tips on writing romance novels. Because romantic mushy stuff used to make him puke. And probably still did now.

"I'M A WRITER!" Conner screamed as he typed "how do you know if you have a crush on someone" into the search bar. He hit "enter" and clicked on the first page. Conner's jaw dropped when he saw the sheer number of crush symptoms.

"I used to think the only symptom was flirting," he mumbled to himself. Well, you can't blame him for knowing so little, since that was the only thing Trollbella did.