Quickly, I sat up in my bed and waited in the dark until a shadow leaned against my bedroom door. I had to squint just to make out his—or her—silhouette. The whistle was warm in my hand and I contemplated blowing it. “Mila?” I called. Silence. ...
His cold, unresponsive eyes stared at me and I was glad that he was dead. “Violet? Talk to me! Say something!” Jenga screamed into my ear through the ear piece. “I-I’ve been… stabbed.” I put as much pressure on the stab site as I could without makin...
Mila sighed whilst flicking through a Vogue magazine, not sparing a glance in my direction. I was standing in front of the mirror analyzing my outfit. The short red dress I got from Camilla and Aunt Jen for my birthday looked fantastic against my finally tan skin. The heels I chose to wear were m...