The Alliance

Chapter 6

We ended up going to the park, which was pretty nostalgic. I haven't been to the park in years. It was nice to go on the swing set, go climbing and go down slides.

I opened my backpack and opened my monster energy drink, taking a sip.

"Can I try some?" Alisha asks jumping of the swing, "Damn, that was a good dismount,"

I hand it to her and she takes a sip and grimaces, "Gross. Why would you do that to yourself? Coffee is way better,"

"I like both," I admit. "I'm going to have to start drinking coffee though, this is my last can,"

"Good. For the sake of humanity and mankind, make sure this goes out of business," She spits on the ground, "It's burning my tongue,"

I set it on the bench and run over and start climbing up to the pole, Alisha on my tails.

"Me first!" She shoves me and I almost fall.

"Alisha!" Kiana yells.

"Sorry," Alisha says sheepishly. She blows out a quick breath of air before going down the pole in the most non-graceful way. She's slow, hanging out tightly, and turning on the pole very slowly.

She hits the ground and poses, "What did we think?"

I snort, covering my mouth, and she glares at me

"Are you a fireman?" Nevaeh asks.

"Are you implying that my balls are sweaty,"

"With the way you went down the pole, I imagined your balls would be covered in pee," Nevaeh counters and me and Kiana laugh.

"Have you never gone down that before?" Kiana asks gently, and Alisha huffs.

"I'm afraid of heights, what do you expect?"

"Well good night you don't have to worry about that, shortie," Nevaeh smirks as she sits on the swing.

"I'm 5'4!" She yells!

"I'm 5'9," Nevaeh retorts.

"5'6," Me and Kiana say in unison.

"Shortie," Nevaeh repeats.

"Why do you think it's us?" Kiana asks suddenly, "Why were we chosen to get the notes? What makes us stand out?"

"Maybe it's not about standing out," Nevaeh suggests

"Maybe our names were picked out of a hat," Alisha shrugs standing on the bench, and we all give her a deadpan look.

"I'm serious!" She says, jumping off, "What do we have in common? Besides having a few classes together, and having a few of the same features, what do we have in common? What makes you think the person who wrote these letters chose us and didn't randomly pick us? Maybe they did this so that we became friends. Maybe that's what they want," She concludes her rant.

"I guess that means we should figure out who's writing the letters," Nevaeh says.

Alisha rolls her eyes, "yes, that would be the first step,"

Nevaeh glares at her in response.

"I'm kind of scared," I admit, "Of why we're chosen." I sit on the swing beside Nevaeh.

"Why?" Kiana asks, sitting in front of the swing.

My heart rate picks up when Kiana and Nevaeh stare at me, waiting for fir my answer. Alisha takes a seat beside Kiana and does the same.

"Because what if we were chosen for bad reasons?" I ask, "Who's to say that something bad won't happen to us because of the notes?"

"Like what?" Alisha asks.