AnaTalkz

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...

Flame poked his head from behind the corner , waiting anxiously for the door to open.   Suddenly, it swung open, and Alexandra stepped out , her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. She slammed the door shut behind her and turned the key in the lock.   She typed in one final text before shoving it in her bag with the key , rush ing down the corridor and past her nephew seated on the floor .   He watched her disappear around the corner and sat qu ietly until he heard the clacking of her heel s fade into the distan ce. Then, he scrambled to his feet , stumbling towards her study .   With determination painted on his face , he pulled out a pair of hairpins he’d borrowed from Blaze. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he knelt by the door and bent one pin slightly before inserting both into the lock.   His fingers moved quickly, twisting and prodding until he heard a click. He grinned triumphantly.   Who said one needed a key to open a door? ...