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A CRY FOR HELP

A few minutes later, I’m alone in the bathroom near the Dining Hall.

I am repeatedly smashing my forehead against the mirror above the sink. In between forehead smashes, I look at my stupid reflection in the mirror and shout:

“Why!”

Smash.

“Are you!”

Smash.

“Such a!”

Smash.

“Wussy?!”

Smash.

But the truth is, deep down I already know the answer to my question. It’s because of my puny horns. That’s why I’m such a wussy. I don’t have any WILL TO POWER. Because if I had a big pair of horns on my scaly head, then I’d right now be swiping my crown over the EggHarvest Module and registering Runcita as my Queen for EggHarvest.

Now my powerstaff starts vibrating like crazy. I yank the powerstaff off my utility belt and see it’s a message from Fribby:

I cut my leg here in the spaceship! There’s a lot of blood!

I think I need a doctor. Please come quick. Hurry!

And if you think I was flying fast when I was zooming around WarWings before, why that was nothing compared to the extreme speeds which I’m about to fly at.

Who cuts their leg in a spaceship? What is she talking about?

I have no idea what’s going on, but I don’t care. Because Fribby has saved my tail more times than I can count, and like I told you before, she is my best friend in the entire universe.

So what if they sometimes drive you crazy? Name me one carbon-based creature that won’t also drive you crazy.

Isn’t that the definition of a best friend? Someone who drives you crazy but someone who stands by you even if your horns are no bigger than a couple of baby carrots? And I know Fribby wouldn’t have sent the message if it wasn’t something serious. She’s the kind of dragon who will still go to class even if her leg gets bitten off.

So, standing here in the bathroom, I shoot her a message back:

I’m coming now! Hold tight!

Then I quickly whip my wings out, and when they reach full extension they make a pop noise like a flag snapping in the wind.

I clench my talons and raise my forelimbs straight ahead of me.

Then I launch forward into flight, like a photon bolt.

And I don’t even bother flying out the bathroom door.

I just fly right through the wall, punching a hole in it.