(A short story about my OCs. This is set in early 1960s)

Laura Wells marched out of school with her head high and school books chained to her with her hands and a scowl large enough to let everyone know to avert their gaze from her.

Billy Anderson quickly followed behind with an amused smirk.

Once the boy finally caught up to her, Laura sharply turned to him “And here I was thinking I’d actu...

No sudden movements. Absolutely nothing. Even as far as breathing loudly would alarm them. So he forced himself to relax his heaving chest.

Theo’s hands were flattened against the cold castle wall, helping him blend into the shadows. To the left of him, using his peripheral vision, he could see a guard slowly walking closer and closer from the cobble stairs.

The guard didn’t see him yet, thank...