“What?” she almost choked on the lump in her throat. ”’The Scarlet Clown’? That’s who you are, right?” She couldn’t look at him. He turned to leave. Aat the last possible moment, he looked back. “I won’t tell a soul.”
For a while, all Scarlet could do was sit on the stairs and cry. “I was so careful. I made sure no one knew. How’d he find out?” She grabbed her hair and pulled, screaming in anguish. You’ll have to leave- again. You couldn’t learn from the first time. You had to start again. But, I’m helping people, aren’t I? Sure, not in the traditional sense, but I am helping them! she couldn’t help thinking. As she saw the first touch of pink in the heavens, Scarlet knew she had to go inside. Another message. This one from Charlie. And Jason. And Kyle. “Guess everyone’s worried about me. I did do a disappearing act last night.” Scarlet looked at her closet, then down at her wrinkled dress. I do not keep my secrets behind my teeth…I hang them up in my closet. And slowly, she fingered her secrets.
Inspired by
Scarlet grabbed her jacket from the back of Holden’s car. “I wish it had been under different circumstances…” he started. ”...
A sequel to Scarlet, I Know Who You Are
About the author
Laine the Grey
At a charming little cattle farm, near a pretty deadly lake
I am now officially in the League of Awesomeness as The Sarcastic Scribe
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish. —Lemony Snicket
Books I am Currently Reading
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
City of Ember by Jeane DuPrau
As it were, summer is drawing to a close…This year, I am undertaking AP English and a potentially useless year of gym…
So, if I’m not on Ficlets as much as I used to be, deal with it.
Most of my Ficlets are inspired by books, Billy Joel, or Jack Johnson songs.
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“Good night, my angel, now it’s time to sleep and save these questions for another day. I think I know what you were going to ask”—“Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)”, Billy Joel (Part of the Billy Joel Posse with T. F. Torrey, pens&feathers, and BARomero.)
Published on May 22, 2007.
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