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Note from the Author:
Hi people. From after this note until the end, this is all fiction. I wish it were true tho. I hope you guys like this cuz, I wrote this for u guys. Have fun!



THE COVE OF WAIT! WHAT?????!!!!!!!

 So hi. This is my - our -, Cove log. We posted this out on the internet so people will know what happened to us and so that they can get ready. And live. I know this must seem really dramatic and all, but its true. All of it. So thats why we are staring this log book.  Anyways enough about that.

 I'm Emerald and I'm 13 and in middle school. From what I heard about coves, is  that we usually have to be older to start a cove or even br in one. Well, we are a special case. We have to band together, or get killed and replaced by changelings. Whic is actually more unpleasent then it sounds.

The cove started becasue of me and we live becasue of me. Yup. No pressure and all.

 So I guess I'll inttoduce people along the way.

 So here i go...


  I was walking to school using the bkie routes today, because it was supposed to be nicer out today and becasue I had the time and I had prominsed myself that I would go through this way to get to school. I sighed. It was still pretty chilly but it wasnt worst as yesterday. Yesterday was a thunderstorm that litterally shook the town.

 I looked around me and continued walking. After a couple minutes, I felt in my gut that soemthing was worng. I looked around, but continued walking. Then I stopped. There were no birds singing. Creepy. Usually, even in the winter, the annoying the bluejays were tweeting their heads off. I actuallu considered getting myslef a bebe gun or expolsives and killing the birds. Yes, they were that annoying.

 But that day, right then, I was wishin that I could still hear them. U r probably thinking So what if the birds aint singin? It's probably nothin.  But when i get that feeling in my gut, I know somethins bound to go down.

 Trust me, I got...evidence I guess you could call it. When I was 5,I was standin on the sidewalk about to get some ice cream when I got this horrible feeling in my gut like somethin bad was gonne happen. The very minute I walked at least 15 feet away, This car crashed into the ice cream truck and killed 2 little girls. I never told anyone.

 Then when I was 7,  I was in a bouncy house when I got the same horrible feeling. I got out, and the monment I got oiut. The  bouncy hhouse went.pop and I heard a whoosing sound. I turned around to gind that the boucy house was defalting. THer was 15 kids in the thing. Only 10 survived. The others diesd of suffaction.

Then when I was 11, I was riding my bike on the side of the strret when I got that same horrible feeling. Immediately, since it saved my butt twice, i rode back onto the sidewalk and hurried. Not a second sooner too, otherwise woulda been pancaked by a bus. So since then, Ive grown to learn to trust my gut.

 And my gut was telling me to run.