We Go Up Novels & Stories

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

Detention… I don’t wanna go! But I have to… At least I’ll have gummy bears with me…

"Shall we go up now?" "Yes…" They could hear their voices trembling in their ears, and let Alec carry them up the stairs leading to the top floor. *** ***

"We're not going downstairs, we're going to the rooftop! Hurry up and pack your things and save your questions for later!" ***

Nick said. I could hear the cashier laughing as we made our way to the exist. After loading all the bags into the car, Nick paused. "We have a problem." "The grill?" I pointed at it. Nick looked at me, then laughed, then looked at the man that was helping us. "Do you do shipping?" "We do." He said, and as if he knew this would have happened, he took out a phone from his back pocket so we could enter the address. After he walked away, we got in the car, and Nick started the engine.

Everyone chorused. “GO!”

ME:| I DO! Britt:| lol we will see you soon. I hop up with Hailey in my arms, a smile spreading on my face. “Daddy?” “We have to get ready!” I told her, hopping around the room, dancing with her in my arms. She starts to giggle, not sure what I’m excited about, but excited with me. “Where are we going?” “Dinner! We have dinner at the diner today. Remember?” Her little face falters. “But last time….”

Please be locked together forever. Soon after, the Bermuda team's official account retweeted and commented on my post, [Birds of a feather flock together. Joseph, Bermuda will always have your back!]

“You anchored.” “Does that always work?” “No.” “Oh good. Love that.” His mouth almost smiled. We ate the last of the jerky and moved. He set a quiet, quick pace, keeping us on rock where he could, crossing streams where they braided. I tried not to ask. Failed. “We’re not going to the north ridge.” “No.” “Where are we going?” He pointed toward a line of hills, knuckles under sky. “Up. The Hollow.” “The what-now?”

I say. We move.