3rd Person
“It can’t be locked!” Riley insisted. “We just got ins!”
“Maybe it locked aut-auto… you knows, on its own.” Paisley guessed, unable to navigate her tongue around the big word.
“Maybe,” Riley agreed. “But eithers way, we’re definitely moving.” The trunk was rocking back and forth, and they could hear footsteps outside.
“I thinks we’re being carried?” Paisley whispered nervously.
“Do you thinks the boys are moving too?” Riley wondered.
“I dunno.” Paisley frowned, distracted when the trunk stilled with a sudden jolt, and a strange rumbling filled the air. “Wha’s that noise?”
Riley leaned up to the keyhole in the wooden siding, trying to peer through. “I sees the other trunk!” She shared excitedly. “But we’re not in the street anymore.”
Even as she spoke, they jerked forw
