When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right above ... [+]
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After reading Howl's Moving Castle, Cecil enchanted our house. It walked in creaking, swaying steps, shifting barely two blocks in an afternoon, so when I woke to see a rocky coast outside my window, I was startled, to say the very least. Our old house must've walked all night.Mum and Dad were in the kitchen, drinking tea. They smiled at me, looking foolishly pleased."Are we in Cornwall?" I demanded. "School starts in less than an hour!""It's your birthday, Tillie," Mum said, as though I were the one being unreasonable. "You should appreciate your brother's gift. You can go to school tomorrow.