"..." Emma's mouth opened and closed. She didn't know what to say. Maxie helped her when someone else might not have, but John did have quite an offer waiting for her. She didn't even stop to consider if he was even capable of killing everyone else on the island, Emma was struggling not to...

The irony was that Emma had liked John Rizzolo in secret for years and never told anyone. Not this particular John Rizzolo, who was clearly insane and... dumb ; but the John Rizzolo she had English class with. The John who always made her laugh. Now he was threatening her life. As John spoke, Emma's...

As Maxie began to speak, Emma felt the blind fear stuck in her throat sink back down like a heavy rock, dragging her insides into the pit of her stomach. She had indeed heard about the game. Unreality washed over her as Maxie went on to explain that they were supposed to kill eachother. Tears welled...

Asleep? Five days? No... "I," Emma glanced around distractedly, "I think I was drugged. I mean, I don't remember getting under that thing." The cemetary bush she had been sleeping ( hiding?) under was once a well-manicured shrub, cut to resemble a rather portly tree. It was a li...

Emma heard a voice she didn't recognize. Upon peering out from her shelter she saw that it was Maxie Dasai, a girl she barely knew but had a bit of a bad reputation. People tended to misunderstand independent and strong women. Emma had respect for the girl. Suddenly Emma realized that she was curled...

Emma awoke with a splitting headache. She kept her eyes closed, even though the light wasn't strong enough to hurt them. After a moment, she tried to shift herself into a more comfortable position, but instead rammed her shoulder into the trunk of the bush she was...she was...doing something under. ...