Burn Book Regina George Novels & Stories

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

asked Regina to be sure. "No, Miss! I hid the book under my dress so no one would see it," Cellin replied, swallowing hard. "That's good then. I hope you'll stay here while I read the book!" Regina walked over to the upholstered chair in the room. Regina did not want her father's work to interfere with her personal life. The exact reason was that she wanted to sit more comfortably while she went through the books one by one. Her eyes remained on yesterday, when the coachman had said that there was a substitute. Indeed, there was a strange name in the book.

I gripped my phone tight, recording every word. Jane's daughter, my cousin Angela, lived there too. Angela had a bad rep and got kicked out of the family, then just a fringe member. Her only gig was dealing cards at some shady underground casino. She took one look at me and decided she did not like what she saw. "Some people think they're all that just because they got into Camford University, but they're still mooching off my family," she sneered, without saying my name but making it clear who she meant.

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

Regina swallowed hard and explained, "You know I had my birthday recently. So, on the night of my birthday, I got a text message from an anonymous phone number. I found out that a man had sent it to me." I asked to gain clarity, "And what did he messaged?" Regina explained, "He texted me to come to the Reservoir Hotel in our pack. He said he had a birthday present for me." That was when Leora chuckled, "Our step-sister is so stupid, Bruna. Just because she was getting a birthday present, she went to a hotel and that too at night." I dismissed Leora with my words, "Leora, you are doing wrong by underestimating Regina. She didn't go there for a gift but I am legit sure she went there to check

There is no way she didn’t put some sort of dark spell on this binder. I turn around and walk into the library. Milo and Reggie follow me. “Bronx, what are ya doin’ buddy?” Milo asks, “You wanna sit and read that all now? It’s gonna take some time to get through.” I make my way to the enormous fireplace and throw the binder into the crackling flames without a second thought. “What?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Reggie snarls. He tries to grab at the binder, but it's too far in the fireplace for him to reach without getting severely burned.

I demanded, my voice sharp as a blade. “Because you’re crazy!” Ernie spat, though his voice shook. “Digging into things that should’ve stayed buried!” I slammed him lightly back against the fence, just enough to rattle it. “Tell me about the burned body. Who brought it in?” His jaw worked as though he wanted to keep lying, but Regina stepped closer, her voice low and deadly calm. “If you don’t answer, I swear you’ll regret it. I’ve lived through worse than this. Don’t test me.”

Some even had tiny, hand-drawn doodles. Regina’s fingers ran over the ink, her chest tightening. Who did this? These books weren’t just sitting here for decoration. Someone had read them. Someone had loved them. And it wasn’t Damien. As Regina flipped through the book, something slipped from between the pages and fluttered to the floor. A handmade bookmark. She leaned down to pick it up, but just as she did, something else caught her eye that was a glint of silver peeking from beneath Damien’s desk.

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

"You stayed." A day later, Julia received a strange package delivered by hand. Inside: a single page from a diary. Scrawled in childish handwriting: "He watches me at night. Says if I tell, he'll burn the place down. I miss my real mommy. She used to sing to me before the fire." It was signed: "Regina, age 6."