Sam Oak Pokeball Novels & Stories

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

"No, you aren't fine. What's wrong? Did you throw up in the cafeteria? Did they give you some bad medicine? Maybe you have an allergic reaction." "No, it's not that. I'm..." she stops speaking and exhales loudly like she's run a marathon. "You're what? I can't speak in riddles, Sam. I can't help you if you don't let me in. Please don't keep secrets from me." "I'm pregnant," Sam says. She curls up into a little ball and cries with her head in her lap.