I was just informed that you wanted me to handle the blog post near the beginning of November. I am sending word to let you know that I will be available to help you. Is there anything particular you want me to say?
Dear Delano—I mean DC,
Yes, actually, I have a top-secret message for you to deliver to the TWNers. Meet me tomorrow at the abandoned toy store at 2:00 AM (place and time were Is’ idea). I’ll give you the message then.
You click on the blog, Teen Writers’ Nook and notice that there isn’t a post for today. Instead, standing there is a teenage boy with dark brown hair and wearing black sunglasses. “Excuse me? Do you know where today’s post is?” you ask the boy.
He tilts his sunglasses down, revealing his ocean-blue eyes, to get a better look at you. “Post? Are you TWNer?”
“Um . . . yes,” you answer. Who is this person standing in front of you? Does he know Kat, Is, or Alana?
He pushes his sunglasses back on his face and smiles. “Great! Well, in that case then, I have a message for you from Kat. Before you ask, no, not The Black Cat. Just Kat, with a ‘k.’ Anyway, I have a top-secret message for you. Are you ready for it?”
You cannot believe what you are hearing. A top-secret message?! This must be important. “Sure, but can I take notes?”
You jump back at his sudden outburst.
“No, you can not take notes! Memorize the message and that’s it.” The boy shakes his head and huffs.
Taken aback, you reply, “Uh . . . okay.” You scratch your forehead. “What did you say your name was again?”
His shoulders slump. “Kat warned me that you would ask. She told me not to give you a false name. So, I guess just call me DC.”
You are about to introduce yourself to DC. But before you get the chance, he says, “Now, we don’t have much time. Are you ready for the top-secret message?”
You nod your head. This is it. You are about to hear something very important. Hopefully, it’s not too complicated to remember.
“Alright, here’s the message: Kat completed a 100-for-100 writing challenge over the summer where she wrote 100 words for 100 days.
“Because of this, she currently has about 15,000 words written in her WIP.” DC pauses and glances your way. “Unfortunately, the code ‘WIP’ is not in my codebook, so I can’t tell you what it’s code for.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I know what it means,” you reassure him.
“Good then. Now, to celebrate, Kat has asked me to share a snippet of her WIP. Here it is:
“I know your secret, DC,” Chelsie called. . . .
I nervously laughed. “What secret?” I tried to keep the expression on my face that I wasn’t buying what she was telling me.
Chelsie didn’t answer at first. In fact, she was really quiet as she glanced around herself. Not many people were around. Most students had already made it to their classes. If Chelsie didn’t hurry, she’d be late for hers.
After she made sure that the few students who were around weren’t paying us any attention, she took a step closer to me—too close for comfort. Then she leaned close to my ear with her hands cupped around her mouth. And with a voice so quiet as if she wasn’t speaking at all, Chelsie whispered, “You’re a ▬.”
And in that moment, my heart stopped beating.
That’s where the snippet ends?! It doesn’t even say what the big secret is! “What? You’re a what?” you ask. How could Kat let the snippet end like this?
DC answers, “Yeah, so, Kat actually had that part included in the snippet when she gave it to me to share with you. I just deleted the word out.”
Your mouth drops open. “Why would you do that??”
He shrugs. “I just did, okay. Anyway, that’s the end of the message, other than that Kat is planning on writing every day for this month and that—
unfortunately—you’ll probably be hearing more about my story. I must go now. There is a comment section thing down below for you to leave a comment. Oh, wait, hold on a minute.” He puts a hand to his ear before he continues talking to you again. “I was just informed that my mission is not complete until I respond to the comments. So, if you have a question or something you want to say to me, simply leave a comment and I will answer.”
“Okay, thank you,” you say to him. You look down for a minute, planning what you’re going to say in the comments. And when you look back up, you are face to face with dead air. The boy who was standing in front of you only moments ago has now disappeared. Gone. Nowhere in sight. You shake your head. “I guess it’s time to leave a comment,” you say aloud.