They reached the rusted iron gate. It was chained shut, but there was a gap to the left where the fence had bowed over the years. They slipped through and approached the heavy oak door of the tower.
"No way," Max whispered, grabbing his hoodie. He couldn't go alone. He texted his best friend, Maya, who was likely awake doing the same homework. “Watchtower hill. Right now. Light.” gdz 8-i klass
Curiosity, friendship, and the idea that adults have secrets too. They reached the rusted iron gate
If you'd like to explore this story further, I can help you: " Max whispered