The Secret Hour

Wow," came a familiar voice, "Hypochondriac killed the cat." -Dess

He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one.

She laughed and broke into a run, racing out to grab handfuls of raindrops from the air, all alone in a world of diamonds.

As Melissa got closer, the taste of school began to foul her mouth.

Didn't any of these brainless wonders ever notice that TV shows were called programs? the same word that meant a bunch of numbers stuck into a computer to make it dance for its masters?

The moment her feet touched the floor, a chill ran up her spine. She was standing on her sweatshirt, which lay next to her bed in a crumpled pile. It was soaking wet.