W.I.P of an Amphibia story im making!!!

" “Anne! Where’d you go? The funeral ended, but I decided to run back here before anyone else could make it to see if you were okay.” Sprig shut the door to Anne’s house, walking around.

Anne came running from her room, tear stains on her cheeks, “Marcy’s alive, Sprig. She’s alive and I have to find a way back to her.”

“Um...What? I’m a little lost here.” Sprig anxiously clasped his hands together.

“She read my messages,” She brought a hand up to her hair absent-mindedly, “That means she’s either here, or still in Amphibia! But most important of all, she’s alive!!”

“Oh, frog. That’s a lot to take in.” Sprig laughed nervously.

“Wow, yeah. I just...I don’t know what to feel. On one hand, I’m incredibly happy that Marcy is alive. On the other hand, I’m baffled and a little embarrassed that I had to live for almost two weeks thinking Marcy was dead and was never coming back.”

“Wait, why were you "messaging" her," He made air quotes with his fingers, "in the first place?” Sprig placed his hands on his hips.

“Um… a coping mechanism? A cruddy one, yeah, but at least I know Marcy’s alright!”

Sprig brought his hand up to his chin in thought, pacing around.

“Marcy being alive means that if she’s here, the king is either defeated or Marcy has joined him.” Sprig commented.

“Let’s hope it’s not the second option,” Anne tapped her foot, trying to come up with a plan, “If Marcy’s in California, we have to look for her.”

“And if she’s not in California?”

“Then I’ll search for her everywhere.”

“No, I mean...What if she’s still in Amphibia?” 

“Then let’s hope Sasha is there to help her out. But for now, it’s our duty to look for her. Are you in?”

Sprig nodded, smiling, “Spranne against the world!”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bud!” Anne smiled back, opening the door to her house. “Let’s check the school first, maybe Marcy stopped by there.”

“Are we walking?”

“Oh, no-no. We’re taking my scooter.” Anne pulled out the key to a lock, walking outside and unchaining her red scooter from the rack. She sat down on the scooter seat and turned it on, “Hop on, dude!”

Sprig jumped onto the seat, fitting between Anne’s arms as he held onto the inner part of the handlebars as Anne firmly grasped the rubber part. She sped off, leaving dust in their wake. 

Unbeknown to them, a pink pollywog saw them speed off. Now, Polly wasn't normally a "tattletale", nor would she normally put an end to mischief, but this...felt off. Mostly due to the words "school" and "Marcy" that had come out of Anne's mouth."

this took soooooo long 2 write XDDD anywayzzzz read the first chapter while it's there :33 

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