Johnny tentatively walks up to the two ladies sitting behind the main library desk: one lady has black braids pulled up into a ponytail, and the other has shoulder-length curly brown hair. He doesn’t recognise these librarians, but they could still help him.
I sit at the dining table, staring at the Facebook video call window on my laptop screen. ‘Oh, where is Anna?’ Thanks to the bloody Covid-19 Lockdown, I haven’t seen Anna for a month — yes, a whole month. Even though we didn’t see each other every day, we still met up once a fortnight, if not weekly, in the
‘Wow, Miss, it’s a full moon tonight.’ Helen Gibbs grabbed the board marker pen off the floor and straightened. Her eyes locked onto Stuart Greenwich. He smirked. ‘How dare you, get out of my classroom,’ she shouted. Stuart spanked his bottom and left the room. The class laughed. Stuart’s words had haunted Helen throughout the summer holidays, so much so
I used to love making paper aeroplanes. During class, I would write a secret message on them and fly them to Tommy, my best friend. And it was on one of those occasions that I discovered that I could use my aeroplanes for another mission. I called it Mission M. So on the third day of Mission M, I added