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Katie smirked. She wasn't going to meet up with her sister, but she would stir up some trouble on her own. She had decorated a cheap box so that it believably looked like a box to hold something beautiful. She had found a dead frog on the ground and had placed it in the box. Over it she had put wrapping, like it was wrapping a present. She hoped that someone would fall for it. The person was supposed to find the box, open it, unwrap the frog, and scream or run away or something funny like that. She giggled a little before taking her position looking out the window, writing a bad poem. Nobody would know that it was Katie. She was just writing in a world of her own... but she was really listening for someone coming. She heard footsteps and did her best to act like a creative person, just writing. Fortunately she had learned how to act.