"Oh," she said, "heh, well, if they took all of your pens and papers, I suppose they must have taken all my art supplies too. That's lame ." The pout was a ruse too. Her voice was a bit too downtrodden, the corners of her lips pulled a bit too far down. It wasn't intentional. Jas...

... Jasmine said nothing. She opened her mouth and it looked like she was about to say something, but she ended up closing her mouth soon after. She sat there, staring at Lily. A single bead of sweat formed at the side of her head. Lily looked at her, she looked at Lily. It was awkward, the silence ...

"... Okay," Jasmine said, resigned. She nodded, more aimed at herself than anyone else. "... Yeah. Sorry about that." She said nothing else for awhile. She slumped against the wall. Jasmine hated this feeling, this churning in her stomach, the guilt she assumed. Assumed being the...

"... Okay," Jasmine said. To Lily, though her eyes stared more at the floor and her sneakers. Coleen and Jasmine stopped laughing. Now the library was dead silent, you could hear a pin drop. Jasmine hated white noise, hated the lack of sound. She forced herself to stand up, fumbling with t...

... Don't shoot. Shoot? Shoot. Jasmine's pupils dilated. Coleen successfully managed to calm Jasmine down just enough for her to start listening to what  Lily was actually saying. Fear still prickled at her skin, and her mouth felt dry. Her gaze turned, alternating between Lily and Coleen several ti...

Jasmine wasn't listening. At least she wasn't screaming anymore, but that was because her back pumped up against a wall, wait what? She looked back. She must have crawled back too far to the left because the door was a couple of feet or so to her left. Damn it! If she got up, Lily could easily close...

Contrary to popular belief, it is extremely hard to stay panicked when you've hit your head so hard you're seeing stars. Jasmine sat there, holding her head, muttering and cursing, kuso , kuso , kuso . It was a force of habit for her; her parents had no idea what she was saying, after all. To any ou...

Jasmine Reed ( Girl 052 ) had just woken up. There were voices and they woke her up. She had been besides herself, floored, quite literally on the floor, but that was until her fingers landed on her collar and she remembered the room and Mr. Graham and the blood. 'Besides herself' could not possibly...

Scout blinked. She looked over her shoulder. Wait, when the heck did Bart show up? That was his name, right? Bart? It was difficult to forget a name like that. Scout exhaled through her nose. Jesus, she didn't even hear him walking up the stairs. She was losing it, as much as she wanted to believe o...

Scout stood there at the threshold of the office. She pursed her lips. While it was not in the realm of possibility for someone to have been in the tiny room(in fact that was the reason she had her gun out in the first place), it was still a shock to walk straight into a room and walk right into som...

(Scout Pfeiffer continued from   Unforgiven .) It took Scout half a second to realize that someone drove one of the cars in the garage for a test drive. Fresh skid-marks on the pavement, an elevated platform that was empty. Scout was no expert about cars. She didn't even have her driving permit. Tha...

The fuck did he just say? That she was full of shit? Did he just say that? It didn't matter what else he said.  Asshole decided to be a smart aleck and Scout snapped. She cleared the difference almost immediately, got up in the boy's face. " You want I should slap the taste out of your mouth? &...

Scout stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at the older girl, Kaitlyn. "Trade." Scout scanned the others with a hard squint. They were trading with each other? She sneered. "What the fuck is there to trade? Don't we have -" Her gaze turned. The boy, Alan, started squakin' about...

(Scout Pfeiffer continued from They say the hangover after you get drugged and kidnapped by terrorists is the worst .) Scout blinked. She stood at the precipice separating solid ground and bridge. She saw the blockade in the distance, three people who seemed in the midst of... counting? Trading? Wha...