Alana felt her brows push together. "Huh?" She asked again. Am I imagining this? It's about 2 in the morn, so that would make sense...
"Have you guys been stalking me?"
"When you put it like that, I guess we were," Cindie spoke up. "But in our defense, it's hard not to notice someone who acts differently from anyone else. You kind of stood out."
"Anyway," Italzi said, "We saw you a few days ago. So yeah."
"Okay... but why do you want me to come with you? What do you mean I could be 'helpful'?" Alana asked.
Italzi sighed. "Right. I guess I have a lot of explaining to do."
YOU ARE READING
Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
