Young Writers Society

*Editor's Note* Sorry for this being a short one, I just needed to get this out there and published so I can get on with the story. I hope you enjoy.

xoxo,Gossip Girl

Cole's POV

I gently eased myself off the bed, careful not to wake her. I started pacing the room, running my fingers through my disheveled hair when something caught my eye. Just the hint of a picture frame hidden behind a mass of books. I glanced back at Skylar, who was still sleeping peacefully and turned my attention to the picture. At first, the only thing I saw was her, Sky. Her long brown hair and dazzling green eyes focused on the camera, but there was a girl peeking out from behind her. She had the same long brown hair, but had ice blue eyes and she was caught candidly smiling down at her sister.

"Mmmm" Sky mumbled in her sleep.

I whizzed around, almost knocking the books off the desk. I knew I shouldn't be peeking, but after what she shared with me I felt compelled. I glanced back at her and then made my decision. Maneuvering carefully I crept out her door and down the hall. The only door that was closed was directly at the end of the hall. What am I thinking? I can't go in there, it's so private. But somehow, my feet had a different suggestion. Before I knew it I was reaching out for the shiny gold handle of Annabeth's bedroom door. I turned it quietly and it opened to walls of periwinkle with a huge queen bed off to the side. She had the same desk as Sky, except hers was immaculate. Not a thing out of place, almost clinical. I stepped in and turned to shut the door and as I did I noticed a white card laying behind the door. I bent to pick it up and turned it over in my hands. There I saw an invitation. An invitation to a cabin in Wisconsin, May 23rd-25th 2014. I dropped the card and scurried out of the room. When I came to Skylar's door she was out like a light. So, I grabbed a piece of paper off her desk and scribbled a note.

I raced out of her house and back to the place that had been the source of my pain, and maybe now Sky's. It took about 20 minutes but I finally got back to the rotting cottage. I started up the gravel road and went straight to the garage. The door was under lock and key because my father didn't like people touching his stuff. And by people, he meant his own son. Too bad for him I knew where he hid the key. So I grabbed it and started to unlock the door. When I stepped inside the garage was dark and smelled of moth balls. I flicked the light switch on and it illuminated the fear I'd had all along. Sitting pretty in the middle of the garage was my Father's old white buick. License plate W29 S64. I collapsed to the floor. My Father was always on drunken tirades, he was like a tornado. He didn't care what was in his path, or more importantly, who.

Skylar's POV

I groggily opened my eyes, memories of the day flooding my brain. I couldn't help but smile. I turned to reach for Cole only to find the bed empty and cold. I shot up and found a scrap piece of paper laying on the pillow next to mine.

"Sky,

I'm sorry I had to leave so sudden, something came up. Meet me tomorrow where we met.

- Cole"