Just a Game
"Mom, I'll be fine. It's just a baseball game. I'm going with Lora and Kiara-Lynn. We will be back at 9:30 sharp. Kiara is driving. We will be fine, mom. Stop worrying so much. I'm 17 years old. It's gonna be fine. Your being overprotective. Bye, I love you," I told my mom, as I left the house.
We were going to the school, for a baseball game. What could happen at the school?
"Hey girls!" I said to Lora and Kiara as she hopped in the car.
"Are you ready to have fun?" Kiara asked. Kiara had been voted student body president. She really deserved it. Besides being the smartest girl in the school, she was also the prettiest. She had long blonde hair, that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were blue and she had the best attitude. Lora on the other hand...
Lora was a handful. She told you the blunt truth. She was always there for her friends. Lora had the wickedest make-up skills. She always sported a winged liner and popping highlight. Her eye highlight always brought out her brown eyes. Her hair was always the best. That was her weakness. We always joked around about cutting off her beautiful dirty blonde locks. She would always scream and run away.
"Are you ready to see Justin? I can totally hook you to up," Lora stated with a sly smile.
"If you dare say a word to him, I'll chop off your hair and make a wig out of it," I said. Lora's worst fear, besides having her hair cut off, was wigs.
"Yay! We're here," Kiara-Lynn said with a smile as she parked her red KIA soul.
We walked to the stands and took our seats. Before we knew it, we were cheering the Grandard Griffins on and screaming our heads off. It was almost the seventh inning.
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A. NHope you enjoy this suspenseful thriller that I am trying to write. The chapters with get longer, I promise. Comment if you think I should do different POV's or not.
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Cottage of Obedience
Mystery / ThrillerTaken. Taught. Threatened. Beaten. Bruised. Burned. Horrified. This is the story of Samantha Brookes. She was a student at the cottage. At least, that's what they called them.