Chapter 3: Odysseus and Rumpelstiltskin
- Crystal Crawford
- Jul 25, 2022
- 9 min read
I turned into the parking lot of my high school the next morning, trying to ignore the glances cast at me from nearby cars. I knew everyone had heard about the stranger at the cafe. Unusual things didn’t happen very often in our town, and judging from the eager curiosity in the stares of the other students milling around the parking lot, I would be answering a million questions about it before I even made it to first period. I wished I could just drive back home and crawl into bed.
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