Eliza pulled her hood over her head, and sheltered herself against a pole. Her raven black hair blew out of her hood and whipped her face in the wind, as the rain began to pour over her head. Eliza felt the drops on her head-her hoodie was soaked through.
Huddled by the pole, shivering, she recalled why she was out here: she was sent out for milk by her mom. Of course she was in trouble, she'd dropped the milk in a puddle and the thin plastic had burst, and sprayed a shower of milk on her. She was miserable.
Eliza decided to make a run for it. After all, this storm looked like it would last a while, and she'd rather wait it out at home. So she stepped bravely out from behind the pole and was met with what felt like a bucket of water in the face. Great. Just great. Then, Eliza's eyes caught a flash of blurry color.
Turning, she saw the shredded, soaked remains of a colorful poster, just a washed out ad glued by rainwater to the phone pole. Eliza squinted at it through the waves of windy downpour.
She made out a website link and a few words that caught her interest: contest, prize, and $1 million. Eliza took the ripped scraps and flattened them with her hands, then placed them gently in her pocket-which was, in fact, just as wet as the pole.
Then, she started to run for home. It wasn't far, after all.
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Secret Murder
Mystery / ThrillerEliza views the contest as a game-but do her victims? Eliza enters a contest that gives a $1,000,000 dollar prize, and starts doing the jobs needed to have a chance to win. What she doesn't notice? What the jobs actually are.
