The YouTube Trials

Chapter 1

   The next morning floated by on a breeze, everything was going so smoothly. I woke up, changed into the most adorable outfit I could find, which was very surprising as I never go for a cute, nor fashionable look; I ate a filling breakfast and was out at the bus stop with enough time to skim through comments on my post the night before. Most of them were warning me about what I had uncovered and how the FBI was going to find me.

   I brushed them off with a laugh. It was Tumblr, who believes what's on Tumblr?

   The bus rumbled down the road and stopped with a squeal of freezing breaks. I climbed on, smiling to our driver, and slid into my usual spot. My best friend instantly took my hand and squeezed.

   "Why did you post that last night?" she asked, her eyes growing to the size of plates.

   "Don't tell me you're all suspicious too." I groaned, pulling my hand from her death grip and rubbing back some circulation. "It was just a stupid joke."

   "But what if the police actually do try to find you, what if they call in the FBI or the military?"

   "Dude, are you serious right now? I'm not going to get arrested for some theory I posted to Tumblr."

   "But what if-" she started.

   "No, shush, I was having a great morning. Can we not discuss this?" I asked giving her the biggest, soppiest puppy eyes I could manage.

   "Fineeeee," she griped.

   It wasn't long before she was onto a new topic, some gossip about who liked who. I nodded and smiled, but mostly ignored it. I didn't tend to care when it came to relationship dramas. Unless it involved my childhood crush.

   (Whom I may, or may not, still crush on from time to time.

   His bus stop happened to be right after mine, and we always exchanged pleasantries. His brown hair was always curled to perfection and he was one of those grey-eyed track kids who could run a mile without breaking a sweat.

   "Isabel? Hey? Are you even listening to me?"

   I bounced from my thoughts with a startled, "hrump?" my imagination shattering.

   "Yes, I was listening," I lied, turning back to my friend with a smile.

   "No you weren't you were thinking about Dexter again," she scoffed.

   "What if I was?"

   She rolled her eyes and continued her rant on more drama. I decided to take the hint and try to be helpful, but my heart wasn't into it.

   I lapsed into silence again and let the chatter of the bus become white noise in my ears.