Kimberly was sweating harshly, taking long, hard, sighs every now and again. She looked over at Edd. He was...
What. Cola Lover. Artist.
She looked over at Tom. He was...
What. Alcoholic. Christmas hater.
She looked at Matt, who was not paying attention. He was...
What. Narcissistic. Annoying sometimes.
Tord. He was...
What?
She couldn't tell WHAT Tord Larsson was. Oh. Now she knows. He was...
What. Red Leader.
Backstabber.
Evil.
Traitor.
Kimberly winced her eyes at Tord. She felt herself start daydreaming. Oh. Now I'm daydreaming again. I wonder what it is THIS time...
She looked around her dream. There was a red couch. Edd's couch. There was a flask, yes, full. Tom's flask. She saw... 1, 2, 3, 4... 7 mirrors. Of course, Matt's mirrors. And a gun.
Tord's gun.
Why does he need guns. "Kimberly. Kimberly. Kimbe- sssshhhh." The names got louder, then switched to static. (I'm doing bold italics because she is in her day dream now.) She thought that they knew her weakness. It was static.
She felt unsafe.
Insecure.
Not. Right.
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Secrets (Series Book 1)
Adventure"I feel like I need to tell you something." Kimberly said.
