It was a pleasant day in Villaviva as usual. The white picket fences gleamed in the sun and the trimmed maple trees lining the sidewalk swayed in the zephyrs. The crystal blue lake that stretched for miles was glistening and the leaves of the lush green forest rustled gently.
Kelly Tate balanced a straw basket on her hip as she picked some fresh peppers from The Grove, a garden where food was everlasting, ranging anywhere from bread to cherries. A couple of peppers fell to the ground but Kelly ignored them. Someone who works here will pick them up, she thought. But as soon as she flipped her strawberry blonde hair behind her, her arm started to tingle. She glanced at the moral compass ...view middle of the document...
He told her hair-brained things like how Villaviva wasn’t the only place that existed on earth and that his older brother and friends were spies in the government. Kelly thought he was going insane. Her 9th grade class would call him Luke the Lunatic. Luke would always try to talk to Kelly whenever he had the chance. Today was one of those days.
“I’m not kidding Kelly. They are going crazy!”
“No Luke, I think you are,” she murmured under her breath. She felt a small shock and sighed. Part of being Good meant being kind to everyone. Kelly wasn’t bothered by the rule; she just wished it didn’t apply to certain people.
“They shocked someone to death because she had a cold. They’re trying to prevent disease from spreading in some twisted way. I think they’re going to end up killing basically everyone!” he whispered hysterically with his brown eyes bulging. Kelly nonchalantly looked up at Luke, who was a head taller than her and drawled, “Whatever Luke, I gotta go now.” She slipped past him and smiled at a mother and her baby. They waved back. Kelly pushed through the green house doors, jogged to the hover board parking lot and her food bounced behind her like jumping beans in a hot pot. She zoomed past the identical Tudor houses and slowed to stop at her home, 16 Hollow Terrace. Kelly ran up the brick houses and burst through the door. “Mom, I’m home,” she yelled and plopped the groceries on the granite kitchen counter. She sat down on a stool and browsed through a fashion magazine but was soon interrupted by Ingrid, Kelly’s younger sister coming bounding down the stairs.
“Kelly, Kelly, can we please play truth or dare,” she asked.
“Sure, why not.” Ingrid was going through a sleepover game phase and Kelly didn’t have much to do this summer.
They sat on the chairs facing each other and Ingrid mischievously asked, “Truth or dare.”
“Dare,” Kelly said feeling bold.
“I dare you do go up and stay in the haunted attic for five minutes,” Ingrid said with her eyes glittering in excitement. Kelly internally shuddered but tried to appear confident. No one had been in the attic for decades and strange things were always happening there for generations.
“No problem,” Kelly lied and felt a shock but ignored it. Kelly slowly crept up the stair and opened the rickety door to the attic. It creaked ominously. She tentatively walked up the squeaky old wooden steps and heard Ingrid sing from the bottom, “Today Kelly.” Kelly rolled her eyes and sped up. Kelly reached the top and was about to go right back down but a yellowed wrinkled sheet of paper lying in the center of the planked up floor caught her eye. But before she could examine her paper, she heard Ingrid start to wail. She thumped down the stairs like a grumpy giant and walked over to her dramatic sister.
“What’s wrong Ingrid?” Kelly sighed.
“It’s gushing! Help me! I need a DOCTER,” Ingrid bawled while cradling her hand.
“Let me see,” Kelly calmly said. She examined Ingrid’s hand. A...