The Impossible Girl

Valentina Zuniga has problems in School and in Life. Her new friends are keeping secrets from her. Valentina's mother wants to keep her from everything that was going on. Let's just say someone's taken. WHERE IS SHE?!

Copyright. 2014 ©


7. Long Time

3 months later...

 December 12, 2014


*harp music plays*

I get up from bed. It's 6:20; eh. I'll wake up at 6:30.

*Harp music plays again*

I turn my alarm off and go to the bathroom. Then I go to my closet to pick my outfit for the day. Today we have activities at school, so we get to "dress down"−I don't care though. I wore a long sleeve purple flannel shirt and some black skinny jeans with my black boots. I put my hair into a neat bun, I filled in my eyebrows, and put on my fave lip gloss. After breakfast, I grabbed my things and went to the bus stop.

Everything seemed normal at first, but I was suspicious. There was a mysterious man in a fedora and trench coat, staring at me. I stared back, to see when I should begin to run if he approaches me. “Valentina, it's me.”

The strange man said while removing his fedora. “Johnny?” I was relieved. “Thank god. I thought you were a flasher or some kind of dealer."

"Really?" He chuckled. 

"Yeah. How are you?" 

"Good." He proceeded to whisper. "I have some intel for you." He took out a manila folder from his trench coat. "This is classified, got it? Read it when you're alone. Understand?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay Johnny, I got it." 

"Good. Trust no one." As soon as the bus arrived, he disappeared into the shadows. How in the world does he do that? I got onto the bus and stared out the window. I wonder what's in the folder Johnny gave me...


School was pretty bland. It's the same every single day- loud and lonely. I was so anxious about reading the sealed manila folder in my backpack on the bus, that I decided to sneak a peek. As soon as I got on the bus, I went to the back and sat down in the last seat. Thankfully no one else sits next to me. When I took out the folder, it hit me. I think Johnny meant to read this at home. I slid the folder back into my back pack as if it was nothing. 


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