Scout Beckett
Now that I know that Tim is one of the members of this group, I have a few ideas of what to do. I could interrogate him or try to find his other friends. I'm probably better off doing this one on one, so I don't spark any suspicion. I walked into school on Monday, still there's no one in there. That was until I saw him again. I walked all the way to the auditorium and sat down. I heard a creak as he sat next to me and sneared. "What do you want, you little shit head?" he asked, pissed off with me. I looked at him, towering over me. "You're one of those members, aren't you?" I answered with a question, I saw his face become awestruck. "Wh-why do you care y-you little b-bastard?!" he stuttered out. I smiled, knowing I'd struck into him. "Oh nothing, just wanted to ask a few questions" I responded, keeping the smug smile on my face. I think I was intimidating him. "Like what?" he said, shivering a bit. "Y'know, like who's in this group or do they know any of us, hmm, anyth-?" was all I could get out before he grabbed my face and yanked me forward and up. "Listen Beckett, I don't have to tell you jack shit, I could beat the fuck out of you if I wanted to!" he yelled, not that anyone could hear us. My eyes looked into his with a stern look. "You don't scare me, Markson" I told him, as he clearly had me off the ground, legs hovering. He dropped me back on my feet and dropped something from his pocket, without noticing. "Remember, what the hell I told you, stay out of this, Poindexter" he said, furious by my lack of resistance, before walking out of the room. I picked up what he dropped, unfolding the paper. On the front were five initials, "L, A, W, T, T", these must be names. On the back was an assortment of writings, such as codes, hieroglyphics, different ciphers and drawings of our necklaces....amulets....whatever they are, and the book. I was confused and worried about what they were planning to do with these. It could be absolutely nothing or a total chaotic apocalypse. I looked back at the front seeing more initials under the ones on top, "E, P, A, K, S". That looks like our initials, but they wouldn't write us down unless...wait a minute. If they know that we know things about this stuff, of course they'd try to stop us. So they want to stop us from learning more so we can't solve this. But, the top initials look strikingly similar to the ones we thought of at my house. Maybe if I check again, I'll having more to work with. But, I also have the feeling I'm about to make a major discovery in this cult-like group.
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A (not so) Normal Life of Best Friends
Teen FictionIn a regular modern town, Evelyn Valentine is a regular fifteen-year old boy with nothing on his mind except being with his friends. That is until he discovers something in the attic of his house, an amulet/necklace in the shape of a fox. Spanning a...