TheWhiteJewel

 The New Arrival He wandered blindly, the harsh winds pushing him back, the heavy snow slowing his steps. Air whistled and howled in his frozen ears. He was hardly moving, but he kept pressing forward, despite the cold, despite the wind, despite everything. He had to keep moving. Arms out in front of his face to shield him from the worst of the frosty gale, he walked on and on. Why? Why was he forcing himself like this? Why did he think he could make it out of this twisted blizzard? He was just a boy. If he lay down right now and surrendered to the forces of nature, no one would come looking for him. The snow would encase his body until

Scarves, Snow and Secrets. Things were quiet for the next couple of days and Allen didn’t speak to Miss White, even when he was in her art class. He couldn’t face her yet with his questions, especially since she seemed to be plagued by some of her own. Michaela was alright though and still greeted him in the hallway when they spotted each other. Michaela had explained in passing that she and Kyle had sorted out Meckenzie; Allen doubted if anyone was brave enough to sort out Nerissa. She hadn’t been visiting Ms White, that’s for sure. But someone who did visit was Kyle, though not for him. Allen had been walking down

 Pride Before a Fall Michaela did not take what she had seen lightly. She pestered Allen about informing the others what Miriam had done. Allen, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. “We need to tell someone about this,” she insisted. “No we don’t,” Allen said, turning away from her, “I’m fine. Nothing happened.” “She had you pinned against a wall, Allen!” Michaela argued, though looking more concerned than angry. “It terrified me!” “What I mean is that I don’t think she was actually trying to hurt me,” Allen didn’t know how to word it. &ld

 Skeletons in the Closet There was something about playing basketball that Gast craved: the feel of the rubber ball in his hands as he guided it across the court as easily as if it were part of him; the smell of sweat on his body when the game raged on; the feeling of combination of feeling hot and cool at the same time; the pounding of his heart and shortness of his breath when he had the ball in his hands and was about to throw it into the basket to score. Nothing in the world could come close to what he experienced as soon as he stood on that court, the only place he could show what he was made of. The adrenaline was pumping through his

Doubt As soon as the Vocaloids left the side room they were swarmed by people. "You know what the funny thing is?" Meiko said, having to raise her voice over the noise, "I'm actually getting used to this." Most of those gathered around were there to gush—not that that was hard to take. But among the throng were musicians from some of the bands that had played earlier, and their congratulations were pretty heartening. "My friend and I saw you the other day at the mall!" one of them said, and the person with them nodded. "We really liked your stuff!" Miku beamed and thanked her. She had to stand back a little as her wig hair trailed down n

Piece of Cake Allen felt drained after his experience at school. He was glad to unlock his front door and was looking forward to escaping to his room, but that wasn't an option when Annabelle saw the state of him. "Oh Allen!" she gasped from the kitchen, dropping her hand cloth. "What on earth happened to you?" Dang. He'd been hoping that he could just sneak past Annabelle and get to his room undetected so he could do something about his scruffy look. No such luck. She came over and looked him up and down.  "Did you have a fall?" Allen wasn't sure what to say. "You don't get beaten up by falling," asserted Riley, who'd suddenly appeared