 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
42. Portraits
Stare
His second day in school and he was lost. Alex sighed loudly, where was his best friend? Or actually, any friend would do. Any person. Anyone. Someone!
“Helloooo?!” he called out in the empty corridor. No answer. He glanced to his right where a big old painting hang. Stupid painting. Stupid wall. Stupid confusing castle.
“Yes hello?”
What? Who said that? Alex spun around looking for the person who spoke.
“To your right, young sir.”
Alex eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to look at the portrait that hung there. No way, did he old man really talk?
*Spazz*
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