The clouds were acting weird. Really weird. Twelve-year-old Cassandra Kelly had been staring at them ever since she'd gotten far enough away from the skyscrapers to see them, but they'd only just started...misbehaving.
She'd started watching out of
boredom. Her mom hadn't let her bring her cell phone on the ride - not
that Cassie had anyone to text since her supposedly BFF Emma had started
sharing all their secrets with Jess-the-Snob - so Cassie had decided to
try and make shapes out of the clouds to pass the time. At first it was
the usual: blobby shapes that if you squinted just right, or turned
your head just a little, lazily morphed into a bunny or a dragon or a
lop-sided unicorn. But now Cassie didn't need to squint or tilt her head
at all. And there was nothing lazy about the way the clouds were
moving. They were forming shapes, quickly and precisely, like a cartoon
character blowing smoke rings. An apple. A parrot. A shoe. A mushroom.
Cassie inhaled deeply and blew out another thick cloud. Her
eyes widened as the wispy tendrils knitted themselves together into an exact
facsimile of Justin Bieber.
Cassie let out a little yelp. And never, ever did drugs again.
Opening: Kimberly Callard.....Continuation: anon.