In Plain Sight Novels & Stories

3rd Person POV Saturday morning arrived with a sun that seemed determined to spotlight every inch of the tennis club’s courts. Claire pushed open the iron gates, her heartbeat syncing with the crisp click of her sneakers against the cobblestone path. Today was different. She wasn’t just here to learn tennis—she was here to be seen.

The moment she entered the room and saw her reflection in the full sized mirror, all her questions disappeared. Her plain white tshirt was sticking to her body like a sticker. Her torso was completely exposed revealing her purple lacy bra. She found the reason behind his strange behaviour. 'He saw everything.' she wanted to dig up a hole and bury herself. How could she face him again after that embarrassing moment.

I couldn't have been more thankful that it wasn't that busy here today-- these people would have shot anyone and everyone. I couldn't tell you how, but I had managed to create a fake sense of calm in order to remain motionless. I kept my eyes only slightly open, trying not to blink much even as the rain poured into my eyes. I made notes of everything I could see about the shooters— their cars, guns, facial features, clothes; you name it, I took note.

I said quietly. Blake frowned. “What do you mean?” I looked up. My eyes steady. “It’s public.” Silence. Cesare’s expression darkened slightly. “Say that again.” “It’s not underground. Not secret. Not erased.” I turned the screen toward them. “It’s right in front of everyone.” Blake blinked. “That’s… impossible.” “No,” I said. “It’s genius.” The Truth Behind It “Hide something well enough… people look for it.” “But put it in plain sight…”

She also could never stand the smell of a grown man pee every time she sat there to wait to her bus. “ You can see me?.” He questioned, his eyes glued to her. Alyssa paused for a while as her eyes trailed down from his head to his toe. Blood stained shirt. Tore shirt. Barefoot. Rough hair. A breathe that stink. How did she miss all that? How did she not notice that he was one of them? One of those that were treated in asylums. “ Wait, you can see me.” Marco questioned curiously, shocked as well as ashamed.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.

Now if I weren't myself, I would just tap on somebodys shoulder and ask them what was going on but no, Can't trust this mouth around my peers. Since there is absolutely nothing I can do about the current situation of the students of South Philly high, I just sit alone in my corner by the window, which automatically became my spot since nobody else sits there. Plus did I mention that it has a perfect view of Kevin. it also has a great view of the parking lot and the garden if you have great eye sight which obviously I don't. Anyways, I am currently looking at the parking lot just lost in space when I see a motor cycle pass by. It is a black motor cycle, Kind of like the ones they use in the m

“Okay okay enough blubbering go ahead and go get your dress on. Dad and I will be waiting down stairs.” I nodded and turned to the mirror as she left. Stunned by my own reflection. You could barely tell I had makeup on but the highlights and the contours brought out my features perfectly. My eyes staring back at me. Rain flashed her eyes at me one white and one dark grey similar to mine just lighter. ‘We look beautiful.’ She noted. ‘I agree.’ I replied to her.

I thought I won't be able to find them again, and so I cried, a lady guard attended to me and she guided me to reunite with my parents, and then in an instant I was found. 'Some people lose themselves every night, Along with the dying and living lights, Some people lose themselves in purpose, To forget, be numb, prevent what is supposed, Even then the morning comes and the sun will rise, They push through from their mistakes, from their vice, Some people cry, some people hope, and some fight, But among all of them be the one who does what is right.' "Okay baby, goodnight."

I saw the man's eyes snap to me, however it was if he wasn't seeing me. I fell onto my belly and stole one greater look at the unusual man earlier than I handed out cold.... possibly I'll be lucky and he might not kill me.