It's One Of Us Novels & Stories

They disappear, and then reappear before his message finally comes through. Michael: Sorry, I have to work late. This isn’t uncommon so I try not to freak out or make assumptions. Me: I can bring dinner to you. Michael: Don’t worry about it. The group is going to order take out. Me: Oh okay, I love you. My last message shows read but he doesn’t respond. I can’t help but feel defeated after our exchange. My mind starts to spin all these different scenarios, each one worse than the other. I message B and update her on my brief conversation, if we can even call it that, with Michael.

Immediately I saw the clip I chuckled sheepishly because it was a clip of what I called ‘My Epic Embarrassment’ and as I said, I’m gonna be the topic of the week at Jerseyville High School and I am. “Plight? isn’t it a bit too harsh, and how are we sharing it” I asked Lisa while making a sullen facial expression, because it’s the only news I’m seeing. “Aww, why’s your face like that, like I said, we are sharing the plight together” She tries to console me, then she swipe across her phone, the shoved it to my face, I don’t know if it was due to pent up aggression or something else, But what I saw on her phone, was definitely enough to make Lisa mad with embarrassment. It read;

Mickey My life was a mess. I was beating myself up everyday and at the same time was still trying to put myself together over what happened. But still, I could not stop thinking about that text message that I have received. All day, it played on in my mind, causing havoc within me. The words kept burning inside of me like they had been carved into my skin. "I can help you get the post taken down. Meet me. You know where. If you don’t, the next post will be worse."

The other answered fanning himself with his hand. “Be quick, we can’t keep the CCTVs off for too long.” The one on the guard commanded. “This is fucking hard! Why can’t we just snap off her neck instead?” the shorter man argued in a bored tone. “I would enjoy that too but that person wants it to look like an accident.” “What load of bullshit?” “This bullshit will earn us millions so get your hands moving!” the first one growled, getting tired of the other’s unnecessary blabbering.

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

DAMON No one knew we had gotten into town. We had expected to arrive earlier but car troubles had other things in mind. “Why the f*ck should a rental have any issue? That's f*cking annoying, I should sue their f*cking asses!” Mason ranted.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

Washed away Alex’s list. He watched. Didn’t rebuild it. “Okay,” Alex said. Nodded. “Ocean says we don’t need numbers. We just need us.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “Us,” I said. “Us,” Adrian said. “Us,” Susan yelled. From stairs. With Margaret. With Lily. With casserole. Again. “Us means neighbors too. Deal with it.” *10:11 PM. [SFX: BED. THEN WHISPER. THEN ALWAYS.]*

Event: The Grand Horizon Gala, 8:30 PM. Briefing: Accompany senior VP. Targeted interaction with J. Michaels, CEO of Apex Holdings. Disruption protocol. Clara stared at the text. She knew exactly what "disruption protocol" meant. Vanguard Logistics was desperate. They wanted to use a beautiful, intelligent woman to compromise, distract, or blackmail the notoriously cold and untouchable Jillian Michaels before a massive port acquisition went through.

Naoh Williams " I was caught up in traffic. Now can we stop focusing on my personal life and discuss this project." I spat back at her,she knew very well where I was and what happened but she's acting like nothing ever happened between us,she just wanted to put me in a compromising position. If she thinks she is going to win this game she has another thing coming.