Sloane:
The fresh air filled Sloane’s lungs as she walked down the busy street of Times Square. She passed by restaurants that were blaring music at the end of the night, she passed by shops that were dark and quiet. Sloane came to a stop in front of a coffee shop; she huffed when she saw it was closed. Martha, the owner, probably shut it down early because of her newborn baby.
Frowning, Sloane wandered the streets. Cars and taxi’s zoomed by, but there were fewer people on the streets than there were in the morning. Sloane’s watched beeped, and she saw that the clock had struck nine ‘o clock. Silently walking, Sloane wondered about mysteries in her life, sorting them out.
Sparks shot through Sloane’s whole body as she felt eyes burning into her back. Whipping around, her hair fell on her face, she frantically moved them aside and looked around, only to see the street empty. Suddenly, a person’s half body came out from a bus stop. His icy blue eyes pierced through her blue yellow specked ones. The icy blue eyes held a pain she couldn’t identify. Then, the person was gone, leaving Sloane puzzled. She cursed her luck; she couldn’t even catch a glimpse of the person’s body or face, since it was so dark out. The moon was covered by a thick layer of clouds, only to give out very little light to earth.
Lights were on in a small jewellery shop that anyone barely went in nowadays. It was popular in the olden days, but now it just lies around, hoping desperately for someone to come in. Sloane reluctantly set her foot in the shop, only to find it all dusty and old. Even the jewellery was old, no wonder it was so empty.
“Hello?” Sloane called out.
No response is what she got. She shrugged and smiled smugly, who cares if it was old, Sloane would have the thrill of stealing once again. She looked carefully at the jewellery in square boxes, and picked up a few earrings. A specific ring caught her eye, the band was a rusty gold, and the gem on it was emerald, glowing brightly. Sloane quickly had the urge to keep it, and she did.
Suddenly, a rustling noise came from across Sloane. Her sharp blue eyes immediately snapped to the steel rack in front of her. Two icy blue eyes popped out, making Sloane scream loudly. The blue eyes disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Clutching her heart, Sloane dropped the bag of earrings and ran out of the store, only to have her hand wrapped around a specific object.
The ring.
Olive:
“Yeah baby! I love you too, bye!”
Olive hung up from her call to her boyfriend, Julian. Her heels clicked as she walked around, shop from shop, looking for expensive clothes and accessories. After finding a perfect blue dress that fit her, Olive carelessly threw her credit card at the cashier, her eyes wandering around.
The cashier raised her eyebrows at Olive; while Olive just rolled her eyes. She didn’t care about the credit card, why would she, it was her boyfriends. Everything she had was her boyfriends, her car, her clothes, even her Gucci sunglasses. Olive always told her boyfriend that she loved him more than anything, but that was wrong, she only loved herself in this world. After a long, hurtful past, she decided that she couldn’t trust anyone in this world. Olive only cared about money, which Julian had, otherwise she would’ve dumped him a long time ago, he was too over-possessive.
Olive smirked when she saw a guy eyeing her. He gave her the same smirk back; gesturing her to follow him. Olive quickly collected her shopping bags and followed the guy like a lovesick puppy; once again her heels were clicking loudly against the slippery texture of the mall’s floor.
By the time Olive got to the underground parking lot, where she had seen the guy turn, the handsome hunk was nowhere to be found. Pouting, she stomped her foot like a child and turned away, heading to her car. As she was opening her car door, two hands suddenly came upon her neck and started pressing down on her throat.
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Secrets To Die For
Mystery / ThrillerSloane, Olive, Cleo and Julian are all part of Monarch High, and they all have something in common; secrets. What if two specific mystery people come along and claim they know their secrets?