"Welcome to The Daily Inquisitor," I said. Unfortunately, I said it more as a squeak than anything else. This woman is turning me into a giant puddle of mush. She must of thought it was funny or something because she smiled at me and said, "Thank you." "Your welcome," I responded. Damn it, more squeaking. Kate suppressed a smile. All I could think was, 'Mush, mush, mush, mush.' Kate, my boss, and I walked into the elevator, went up to floor number ten, which is the journalist floor, and got out. Kate looked at me and asked, "So..." "You said we've met before." "Wasn't it in high school?" I squeaked, "Yes." Mush. She smiled and said, "Mrs. Thompson's final project in our senior year." "Yes." Squeak. Mush. "Do you ever think about it?" 'All the time," I thought. Mush. I opened my mouth to say something. Nothing came out. Mush. "Oh my God!" "Kate? Is that really you?" "Hay blonde beauty, " I said. "Why don't you come and find out." She speed-walked over to where we were. As she walked by, people smiled and waved. She smiled and waved back. 'Thank God,' I thought. 'Saved by my sister.' My sister's name is Astra. She's 5'4" and extremely sweet. She's got flawless white skin and never wears makeup. She also has bleach blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. People always want to be around her. She's fragile, but people don't try to take advantage of that and/or walk all over her. Astra's one of those people you can't help but love. She's super smart, funny, and innocent. 'Saved by my sister,' I thought as she walked over to where to where Kate and I were standing.
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The Secret
Teen FictionRye Miller is just your average journalist writing for a newspaper in New York, New York. When he goes on a very important assignment, something happens to him that he never expects.
