Drew Pickles Novels & Stories

The one who abandoned me because I wasn't what he wanted. With an aching heart, I watched him walk past me, unknowing of my presence, with a hand around the shoulder of a young male, around age 15. Instantly, I knew the young male was the son he had wanted. He was splitting, and a younger image of him with brunette hair and green eyes. Based on his wear, he was a part of his school swimming team, and our father was the coach. I spot the title on his jersey. Dad was so proud of him; he smiled widely and kept hugging him while they walked side by side.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"