Not Your Average Love Story [ON HOLD]

The 'HATC'

Get yourself together, Sharna!

"Oh, um, hey!" I smiled sweetly, smoothing my matted brown hair.

Carson strutted up to me, hands in pockets, charming, cool smile planted on his face.

"Aren't you the new girl? I saw you in science class today," he flicked his bangs out of his eyes. I had to stop myself from fainting.

Play it cool, Sharna, don't be an idiot.

"Yeah, I moved here from Henderville," I prided myself in not stuttering in that sentence.

"Sweet," then I heard someone calling his name. "Coming! Sorry, I'll catch you later, then? It's Sharna, isn't it?" And with that, he walked off, cool and collected.

"Oh, uh, bye...Carson,"

Well that was eventful.

***

"Can you believe that he actually talked to me?" I was talking to Harriet on my new Nokia. My dad couldn't afford an iPhone so he got me a Nokia. They aren't bad phones to be honest.

"Haha, you sound happy about that,"

I couldn't deny it, Carson gave me butterflies in my stomach...but I didn't LOVE him. Maybe, just maybe, I had a small crush on him.

The thing is, loving someone always ends up in heart break. My dad was in love with my mother, until she was reported dead.

They didn't find the body, the case was quickly closed for some strange reason.

My mother worked as a librarian. She had a passion for history. An innocent, low paying job. She worked in the reception area. The library closed at five pm. It was seven o'clock when the cops came around to the block, they saw that the window was smashed and entered the building.

Strangely enough, the alarms didn't go off.

My mother's car was the only car in the parking lot. After the cops searched throughout the library (and found blood on the receptionist desk) they came to the conclusion that my mother was kidnaped. Murdered. Gone.

"Sharna?"

It was Harriet.

"Oh, sorry, I have to hang up now, bye,"

***

Lillian P.O.V.

"Oi! Fetch me the code will ya?!"

The boss of Historic Artefact Trading Corporation (HATC), Mr Franks, pushed my shoulder violently.

"Yes sir,"

"No lazing around on the job, you've been working here for nine years, you are a featured intern here, I can easily get out the gun if I have to," he glared at me reaching for his belt.

"Ok, ok, yes sir,"

I rushed to my filing cabinet and grabbed the slip of paper. I ran back to hand it to him.

This wasn't how my life was supposed to end, working for a secret company that stole historic artefacts. They would hack into alarm systems, research secret compartments with rare treasures, then they would get a crew to come and steal the artefact, come back to the lab, sell it to other companies and become rich.

I missed my family. I need to get back.

***

That night, I was formulating a plan. If I cannot escape by myself, I needed someone from the outside world to save me.

"Delivery!" It was the postman.

That's when it hit me.

I know how to escape.

From the Author: I wonder who Lillian is? How do you think she is related to the story? Haha, and you thought this was just about a girl crushing on a guy? Boy, are you wrong...
Things are going to get interesting. Happy reading! Love you guys❤️
Allyse Waters xxx