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In Hidden Springs, there is magic and mystery everywhere - but could two adopted boys really be long lost twin brothers? How could they even find each other, living in a overflowing resort town? |
In Hidden Springs, there is magic and mystery everywhere - but could two adopted boys really be long lost twin brothers? How could they even find each other, living in a overflowing resort town? |
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Dany Shue and Davy Cho had never |
Dany Shue and Davy Cho had never spoken before a mix-up in class one day. Davy lives a comfortable life with a family who loves him in a big house. Dany lives with his adoptive elderly mother in the woods, with three other adopted siblings. Davy hasn't been the luckiest kid, and doesn't know he's adopted - while Dany has always known and thought something was missing in his quiet life. |
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== CHAPTER 1 == |
== CHAPTER 1 == |
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Yay, Chapter 1! I've re-written seven of the chapters so far, and I think they may be better than ever :D Enjoy! [[User:Madi23|<span style="color:purple; font-family:Harrington; text-shadow: #74BBFB 0 1px 1px;">Madi23</span>]] <small><small><small>'''[[User talk:Madi23|<span style="color:black; font-family:Century Gothic; text-shadow: #74BBFB 0 1px 1px;">Talk</span>]]'''</small></small></small> 02:15, October 18, 2011 (UTC) |
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They chased Carlotta the way back to the house, but it seemed Dany’s luck was wavered by his curiosity over the strange fruit. |
They chased Carlotta the way back to the house, but it seemed Dany’s luck was wavered by his curiosity over the strange fruit. |
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== CHAPTER 3 == |
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Davy strummed the child-sized guitar. It was expensive, and worth the money. It sounded like any other standard acoustic, and he could name nearly every brand of guitar ever made. |
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Gabrielle, his babysitter, explained a chord to him. He was listening, but he was thrumming with energy. His dad would be home soon, and had promised they would go fishing when Simon and Alisha returned from the mountain lodge that afternoon. |
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Keys jingled and shoes clomped by the doorway. Davy raced down the stairs. His dad laughed, sweeping him up into his arms. “Ready Davy?” |
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“Yes!” Davy raced across the room to grab his rubber boots and tackle box. Simon slipped off his jacket. |
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“Woah, buddy, one second, I need to check on Minz,” |
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Davy bounced on his heels. It wasn’t his first time fishing. He usually never caught anything, but Simon enjoyed getting away from art and literature to just spend some time with his son. |
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“Okay, Davy, let’s go!” Simon’s extra enthusiasm was thanks to his orientation to his family. It didn’t matter what he did, as long as it was with his family. |
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Racing to the car, Davy started the engine before his father could close the door after waving good-bye to Alisha. |
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At the watering hole, Davy leaned over the edge of the shore, casting his line as far out as he could. |
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Simon lounged on the rocky earth, baiting his hook. |
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“Hey Dad?” Davy said, sauntering over to reapply his eaten bait. “Can Dany Shue come fishing with us tomorrow?” |
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“Of course,” Simon agreed easily, sticking a chunk of tomato on Davy’s hook. “Maybe he can come with us to Bridgeport on your next long weekend," |
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“Cool,” Davy said coolly, though he was joyous on the inside. Fishing with his new friend? He knew exactly the place! |
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“How was guitar with Gabrielle?” |
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“Awesome,” Davy began, casting once more. “I learned this new song…” |
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Simon smiled. He was glad Davy was finally making a new friend. Again, he thought of how similar the two boys looked. Black hair, light brown eyes… |
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“Huh,” he said to himself, but before he could elaborate on his thoughts, a tug on his line jerked him to attention. |
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“Got one!” Simon laughed heartily, and Davy rolled his eyes, his line was perfectly still under the glassy surface of the pond. |
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