“When are you going to tell Jack you like him?” Asked Megan. “Megan” Alie said in an embarrassed voice. “What?” Said Megan. “You gotta tell him you like him sometime” she said with a smile. “Well when are you going to tell Samuelson you like him?” Said Alie. “Ok I’ll make you a deal” said Megan. “I tell Sam I like him, if you tell Adam you like him”

“Ok” said Alie.

That night she grabbed a pencil...

Steve handed the note to Bridget, not knowing of she would ever look at it. He hoped she would. She took it from him, not looking at him at all. To be fair,it was dangerous these days to pay to much attention to your fellows, it attracted the Regimes attention. Workers were to look forward, get to their destinations, do their work, and return to their quarters. Talk only about approved topic...

“What are we gonna do?” Jackson moaned, leaning back in his chair as if his own spine had given up supporting the rest of his body,”we’ve looked everywhere, the drug gang’s got the precinct on a leash and we’ve only got 10 hours before we lose her,”

Emily sighed, looking up from the laptop with cctv tapes clicking back and forth. The sound of her heel tapping repetitively on the floor wasn’t help...

Why did she have to pass me that note? Now I’m out here all alone, in the dark, waiting. I’m so tired. Would it be okay if I just fell asleep?

*

There he is! Is he sleeping? Why would he invite me out to the clearing in the woods to watch him take a nap in the dirt? I was so excited when I found that message in my locker. He must’ve asked one of the other girls to do it since our schools are on op...

“So are you in?” He asked the confused kid sitting across from him. “Ummm... I don’t know what you mean”, the boy stated worriedly.

“Read the note, tick one box and then you’ll find out”, the muscular middle-aged man commanded.

The scared little boy opened the note, whilst taking small glances toward the bulky man sat across from him. With every glance over at him he got very agitated and started...

“I know what you did.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Abby freeze in her seat. I pretend to pay attention to my teacher reading about the fall of Czar Nicholas II, but all I hear is mumbling. Abby hands me the note again, which I open to find the words “Sit with me at lunch” scrawled underneath my message. I pocket the note.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even be within a foot of h...