The Journal of Curious Letters (The 13th Reality #1) by James Dashner Read Free Book Online Page A

with a teapot, she did.”
    “You’re serious?”
    “Do I look like the kind of person who’d make funnies about an old woman knocking ’er own sweet husband over the head with a teapot?”
    “Well . . . no, I guess.”
    “Sad, it was.” She stared at an empty spot past Tick’s shoulder for a few seconds, then looked him in the eyes. “You’ll be all right. S’long as you can run, they’ll never catch you. Just avoid ’em if you can.”
    “Don’t worry, I will.”
    A long pause followed, and Tick began to panic that Mothball would leave without telling him anything else. “So . . . what do I do? What are the messages for? Who is M.G.? What’s supposed to happen on the day he talked about in the first clue?” The questions poured out, even though he knew what her answer would be before she said it.
    “Sorry, can’t speak about it. Master’s orders.”
    Tick wanted to scream. “Well, then I guess there’s not much more for us to talk about, is there?”
    “Not much, you thought right there, little man.”
    Tick shivered, staring absently at the world of white surrounding them. “O . . . kay. So, what do we do now?”
    “Best be on me way, then.” Mothball bowed her head, as if she felt just as awkward as he did. A few seconds later she snapped her fingers and looked up. “Ah, me brain must’ve shut off there for a moment. I forgot something.” She pulled out a small writing pad and a pencil from her pocket. “What’s yer name—if you don’t mind me asking?”
    Her question surprised Tick. “You don’t know? How did you find me if—”
    “Just be needin’ to verify, I do.” She held her pencil at the ready, waiting for his answer.
    “Atticus Higginbottom. But everyone calls me Tick.”
    She scanned the pad with the tip of her pencil. “Ah, there you are.” She wrote a big checkmark where the pencil had stopped, then reached into a different pocket and pulled out a crumpled yellow envelope. She held it out for Tick. “’Ere ya go, little man. Congrats to ya on makin’ a very wise and brave choice not to burn the Master’s first letter. Now this should keep you occupied for a spell.”
    Nothing was written on the front of the envelope, but Tick took it, knowing it had to be the second clue. He didn’t know why he felt so surprised. M.G. never said all the messages would come through the mail. But it did seem odd to receive two on the same day. Maybe M.G. was sending another kind of message altogether: Never assume anything, expect the unexpected.
    He folded the envelope and put it in his pocket, anxious to go home and read it. “Thanks. I guess I won’t bother asking you any questions about it.”
    “Shapin’ up right nicely, you are.” Mothball smiled. “Very well, until next time, then. Best of luck to you and yours and all that.”
    Tick felt an overwhelming feeling that if she left, he’d never understand anything that was going on. He desperately wanted her to stay, to talk, to help. But having just met her, he didn’t know what to do or say. “You really have to go?” he asked, like a small child begging Grandma to stay just a little while longer.
    Mothball’s face softened into the nicest, kindest expression Tick had ever seen. “’Fraid so, little man. Got others to visit, ya know. Quite weary on me legs, it is, but not much choice in the matter. You’ll do well—me bones tell me as much.”
    “Will I ever see you again?”
    “I hopes ya do, Master Tick. I certainly hopes ya do.”
    And with that, the tall woman turned and walked back into the thick copse of trees, her large shoulders sending an avalanche of snow off the limbs where she brushed them.
    Tick stared for awhile, half-expecting to see a magic poof of smoke or the fiery blastoff of an alien spaceship, but nothing happened. Mothball had simply vanished into the trees.
    His life had turned completely crazy and for some reason it made him more excited than he’d felt in a very long time.
    He