“ELLIE!” Ellie jumped, losing her place in the book she was reading. Max was yelling and he sounded furious. She heard Max’s bedroom door bang and then the sound of him thundering across the landing. “I haven’t even been in his room,” she muttered to Rascal, who was lying on the bed next to her while she read her book for school. Rascal’s ears were pricked up, and he was staring at her bedroom door. Ellie looked worriedly down at the puppy. “I haven’t been in his room, but… Oh, Rascal, I... hope you haven’t gone in there and——” Her bedroom door burst open, and her brother marched in, his face bright red with anger. He was waving something black and white, and squished-looking at her. “Look!” “What is it?” Ellie’s voice wobbled. Max was ten, two years older than she was, and he was usually very easy-going. But when he was angry, he could be really scary. “You see!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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