I shivered as the icy wind scratched my face. I hoped the bus wasn't too far away. I checked the time on my phone for what felt like the 50th time. 3:09 pm. 6 minutes felt like an eternity, but the bus finally swooshed to a halt in front of me. I picked a seat at the back and placed my earphones into my ears. "Riders on the storm, riders on the storm...". I relaxed into my seat a little and gazed out the wet window. Teardrops glistened as the remaining light hugged the water. I replayed the day in my mind, discarding the bad moments. I quickly snapped back to reality as I heard a friendly voice softly speak my way.
"May I sit here?"
Green eyes sparkled with youth and locked contact with mine.
"Of course."
I quickly straightened my posture and angled my phone slightly away from the young girl sitting next to me. She had a yellow, Easter-themed, Hello Kitty bag and low, red ponytails. She didn't ride the bus for long. A teenager was waiting at the bus stop with an umbrella, perhaps her brother, and hurried her underneath as she hopped off the bus. The sky continued to cry as strangers got on and off the bus. I floated back through my thoughts and temporarily left reality.
I grabbed a snack and got straight to work. I finished up with my history task and put my books away. A small piece of paper swayed down and landed softly onto my desk. It must have dropped down, I thought. There were no shelves above me and no windows open. Where had it come from? I repositioned myself in my chair nervously and glanced around the room quickly. I got scared very easily. Even the smallest things scared me. I picked up the floral patterned piece reluctantly. It looks innocent, I tried to tell myself, but my mind ran like a movie. It begun to play all the worst case scenarios this little piece of paper could hold; a creepy stalker sending me a love letter, a ghost trying to contact me, my mind continued to paint a nightmare. I felt my body starting to shake in fear. I tried to bring my focus back and calm my breathing. My shaky hand reached for the delicate paper. Why was I so afraid? It's just paper. My mind is way too imaginative, I thought to myself. I unfolded the paper slowly.
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The Cursed and The Innocent PART 1 : A Cold Winter's Day
Mystery / Thriller*Chapters Being Re-Written - I will be updating fortnightly.* Imagine discovering a dead classmate, moments after a note appears in your room displaying their name. Luna doesn't have to imagine. A terrifying change to her life will bring a dangero...
