The Night Sky Trilogy volume one

Aly

Hi. I am going to try a new thing! I will make every paragraph exactly 100 words, for the next chapter and this chapter. Thank you! Thank you for reading this third book! If you have stuck through me until now, you are amazing. So thank you for being almost immune to my weirdness. And that was author note. Thank you Yuziee and JazminNickiya and Janine70 and Danielradcliffeisbae and Lumna10 and many more! You are so good at writing on this app and some of you are so under appreciated as writers. So thank you and read their wonderful stories!

I know how to escape out of here. I just need a blueprint to see all of the exits. After all, at the full base tour, they do not show you the full base. They only show you what you need to know. They do not show you the escape routes until an accident happens. But sometimes then it is too late. But for me, I need to escape now. I need to go quickly. Because my time is limited and short. I owe someone, something big. I need to tell him before he knows, or else. . . My world dies.

Time skip. . . Yes I know, but I skipped to the exciting part! You are very welcome my fried! No! Auto correct! What did you do! I meant my friend! Honestly! Please believe me! You do? Yay! Now for the story. . .
I hug my knees to my chest and rock back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Cold air blows at me from every side leaving my back freezing. My blonde hair sits in a tangled mess at the top of my head. Let me explain how that mess got there: I tried to put my hair in ponytail.

But. . . It turned very messy and tangled in loops. So then I tried to twist it into a bun. It worked, for a second. Before everything fell out and I just decided to throw my hair into a bun without care, also known as making a very messy bun. And that is how my hair looks like a pile of dog poop. No offense dog poop. I wish I had smooth hair that never tangled. *sigh* But I can only dream.
I'm waiting to steal the blueprints. Waiting for the perfect moment. And that is why I'm in this vent.

Two men are talking to each other. One tall, skinny has hair that sticks up perfectly in one spike strait. He has a butt chin and wore green heavy framed glasses that kept sliding down his slick nose. Every minute he would have to push them up again. One minute, push. As if on cue the glasses would always fall down again. The other man was a plump five foot seven tall man. He was okay looking and had no glasses. The tall man was wearing a ragged tuxedo and the plump man was sporting a tuxedo that had ripped.

The rip was right in the center of the tie, near his heart. The short man also had a bull cut. Who picked out his haircut, I thought to myself. But they had somethings in common like, they both looked out of breath. And they looked nothing alike but they both had hazel eyes. A very rare color of eyes. Just like Jordan. I noticed. But I forgot about all of that when I saw the blueprints laying down on the table. Perfect. After all, this is the Base Alpha's design room, so of course the prints would be here.

Hello! This is the new thing! Do you like it? Because it really maps out my story better. It makes it easier for me to describe and stuff. By the way, this story will have more plot turns than the first two stories! Yay! Maybe. But I personally like my first two stories better because it will be easier to understand than this installment in the series. So if you are confused, leave your question in the comments and I will answer them! And tell me, do you like the new character, Jordan? Even though you do not know him?