Everything is bright when I wake the next morning. At first, I'm scared, thinking that I've slept in far too long. But it's the wrong kind of brightness. I fling open my curtains and take in the tall drifts of snow that sit around my house.
With a grin, I dive into my closet and pull out my old winter clothes. A thick purple polo shirt. A thin thermal jacket. And a heavy winter coat that is a tiny bit small. Thick pants slide over my jeans, and a long pair of gumboots covers the bottoms. I make sure I have normal shoes in my bag though. I am so not wearing gumboots into class.
Hayley gave me a walkie- talkie yesterday afternoon, so she could keep in touch with me. I wanted to stay at mine last night, and this was the only way to get around it.
I press the button. "Hayley? I'm leaving now. Be at yours in five."
Almost immediately, Hayleys voice snaps at me, "No! No no no! Stay there. I'm coming now to get you." I groan. She's too protective. But maybe that's a good thing.
True to her word, Hayley turns up shortly, and we start trudging through the snow towards the road.
*Malcom's POV*
I watch Gen's perfect backside from behind a heap of snow. Step one, initiate. I gather snow around a rock, and shape it into a ball. I pack it together so it was solid before I throw the ball at Hayley. It hits target and Hayley goes down. Gen cries out in alarm when I grab her by the arm and start dragging her away from Hayley, who appears to be unconcious. Ah well. Gen struggles as I haul her to the boot of my car, thrashing around and wiggling before I ducktape her mouth shut and bound her limbs together.
"Sorry Gen," I say, as I knocked her out with a cricket bat as softly as I could.
She fell limp and I grabbed her body and bundled it into the boot of my car, thanking my lucky stars that there was no one around watching. I slammed the boot shut and began driving to my hideaway, cackling evilly as I drove.
I check my side mirrors to see if I'm in the clear. Thankfully, there are no other cars on the road so far, mainly because its so snowy. I make it to my house in record time. I pop the boot open and grab Gen, hauling her into my house. Then, I picked up my phone and dialled the two people who I knew would help me.
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Finding Weaknesses
Teen FictionGenevieve Forner reckons she's just an ordinary fifteen year old girl. She kept her head down in her new school, but it was this that turned her life around.There's a guy at her new school who reckons she's extra-ordinary though. She's eluded him fo...