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“Another kind of fish?” Dawson asked “I miss Mr Bubbles so much He was the best”

Now Shelly felt even worse She loved animals of all kinds, but the truth was that Mr Bubbles had been pretty dull He never dida lifeless bob and taking a ride down their plu “Not a fish,” she started But his face fell, so she plowed forward “Even better It doesn’t even need food And you won’t have to clean its tank”

He scrunched up his face “What kind of pet doesn’t need food? Or a clean tank?”

“And it won’t die,” she added

He frowned “Like a vampire fish?”

She shook her head “No, not a vampire fish”

“Fine, I give up,” said Dawson “What kind of pet did you get me?”

“This kind” She pulled the nautilus frohts

His eyes lit up “Cool! A shell! I love it!” He grabbed it and clutched it to his chest

Shelly breathed a sigh of relief She was safe Now she needed to eat dinner, and then she had to figure out which outfit to wear the next day, but her mind was on the swim meet Shelly made herself a turkey sandwich, hurried up to her rooot ready for bed She laid out her outfit on a trunk at the foot of her bed and flicked off the lights

The second Shelly’s head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep Her bedroo that had happened that day—the aquariu her fro her—had worn her out

But even her drea in the school pool but i in place as her competitors raced past her in a wave of water Judy passed her, then Kendall

She woke spluttering “No, I need to win!” The words escaped her throat She took a few deep, ragged breaths, then checked her digital clock, which showed it was ten “Only a drea her head back onto her pillow

Then she noticed the strange light Pulsing Yellow Eerie