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CHAPTER TWO | Benjamin and His

               Problematic Plan


                       A er I took a shower and finished reading The Doomstep, I

               heard the doorbell ring, and I rushed down the stairs. As usual,
               when I pulled away the curtain just to check who it was,
               Benjamin was there sticking his tongue out, waving at me. I

               opened the door, and he quickly knew the process. Shoes off, put
               my coat in the closet and call my mom to tell her I arrived. A er

               he finishes doing the cycle, he quickly runs up to my room and
               tells me to come soon. I wonder what is so special today because

               usually he says hello to my dad and gives my mom an idea for a
               book. I quickly run up the carpet stairs covering my ears from

               my brother's room, where I can hear drums and cymbals ringing
               out in the air. He has been into bands lately, so he started one
               with his friends. I see Benjamin peep out of my room and wave

               his hand, signaling me to come inside. I went inside and saw
               Benjamin's backpack open with tons of floorplanning and

               random materials. I li  my eyebrow and shrug, sitting down on
               my beanbag chair. A er an entire minute, he finally starts talking.
               ‘ So, I was thinking we have to stand up to Ash. So I made a plan

               on how to destroy him.” “I know you hate them, but even if we
               try to stand up to him or do something, he will just tell his dad,

               which will make us suspended,” I reply. “It is sooooo unfair; just
               because his dad is the mayor, he feels like a big boy,” Benjamin

               mumbles underneath his voice. “ You know, I guess it would not
               hurt if you told me your plan anyway.” “ Ok,” Benjamin says in a

               low voice. He explains his plan for an entire hour. I think about
               the project in my head and sigh. “First of all, where are we
               supposed to find 500 bottles of silly string? Next, where will we

               get the money to buy a metal box with ten locks on it?” I scream
               at him. “Well, I guess I didn't think of that. Sorry. I guess we can
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