AnaTalkz

Flame tossed and turned. He fluffed his pillows and lay down. He hid under his covers and shut his eyes – but nothing worked. All of a sudden, he heard a distant voice protest. “What do you want from me Max?” It was his aunt. Flame jolted up from his bed and noticed a bright light creeping from under his door. What was happening? He furrowed his brows, quietly creeping out of his bed – concentrating on the conversation outside. “It’s 2.30 a.m. for God’s sake! Couldn’t you have at least waited until morning?” “And risk letting the kids find out?” Maxwell Banker? He crawled towards his door and noticed their voices getting further away until he heard a door shut. “They must’ve gone into her study...” he muttered to himself. “What’s Mr. Banker doing here?” He slowly opened his door and stepped out into the hallway, wincing at the sudden flash of light. He began treading towards his aunt’s study, hoping not to make noise. As he reached the study, he kneeled by the door and place...

It was the dead of the night. Silver was sitting up on her bed, her computer on her lap, squinting her eyes at the dimmed screen. She held her phone up to her ear, doing everything she could to not awake the girl slumbering a few metres away. “I know what I saw, Sarah!” Silver hissed. “Ashlynn Speed was there.” “Well,” a robotic voice, imitating a teenage girl, responded. “You’re not going to get much about her off internet searches, Sil. I suggest either confronting the mayor or hacking into the police database.” Silver groaned quietly, running a hand down her face. “Hacking into the criminal database is both risky and illegal, but it sounds a thousand times much better than confronting Ms. Speed.” Suddenly– “Who are you talking to?” Silver jumped, clutching onto her phone. “Why are you awake?” Cherry sat up and smiled, stretching her arms before speaking. “I don’t sleep.” Silver frowned thoughtfully. “So, you’ve been awake this whole time?” Cherry shrugged. “Sure.” Silver laughed ner...