I ask him.
"Oh that", he says. "It happens when the trees sense someone wants to know about them."
"The trees?"
"Yes, they know.
And I realized it was you, so I helped you."
"Helped me? That's what you call helping?
More like... kidnapping..."
He chuckles.
"Hey, that's not funny..."
He moves closer and puts his arm around my waist.
Wait, what are you...
His eyes draw me in. The swirling depths of color.
Oh...
What, what's happening...?
YOU ARE READING
The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
