Ficlets

I stared out the window of the dingy classroom while the teacher called out names. Countless times I had stared out this window, each time wondering how in the world I was going to get out of here.

“Angelina,” the teacher called, looking up and around. “Angelina, are you here?”

“Yes, I’m here,” I said, turning my gaze upon her.

“What’s your last name, Angelina?” said Ms. Stone, glancing at the roll sheet. A piece of yellowed parchment fell to the floor in front of my desk. I picked it up curiously, unfolding the page until it lay flat upon my books.

A treasure map.