Jail Bird. by Em. Z. (good book recommendations .TXT) 📖

away from the curb, taking my beloved Jane with it. I saw her turn to look at me from the back of the bus, as I got close enough to see her. She gave me a playful smile, one that I'd missed seeing over the last two weeks, and made a phone with her hand, pressing it to her ear.

'Call me'?

She was really telling me to call her? 

I growled in frustration as I slowed to a stop, my desperation to see her growing as the bus dissapeared out of sight.

Dropping to my knees in the middle of the deserted road, I let out a frustrated shout, not caring who heard me. 

I stared after her, my lips pressed into a thin line. "God dammit, Jane. God dammit!" I bit out.

Suddenly, I remembered the thin object she had set on the bench, and jumped up, jogging over and picking it up. It was a thick, orange envelope. Tearing it open, I was surprised to find a letter, along with a cellphone.

It read; 

Wanna play a game, Victor? I heard you've been looking for me. I got a little bored and decided to entertain myself. Think of this as sort of a scavenger hunt. Also, I need your help, but I don't want to ask for it that easily.

Find each one of my clues, and put them together. Each clue is a piece to a puzzle. The phone you're holding is programmed with the location of the first clue.

PS: I love you. Don't be angry with me for leaving, I have my reasons which I'll explain to you when you find me.

PSS: Blue gingerbread man says hi.

For the first time in weeks, I laughed. Long and hard. Of course Jane would do this.

This is who she is. 

And I loved it.

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End Of Jail Bird.

Imprint

Text: This Story belongs to Emily Zimmerman. Anyone to use this story or to claim this story as their own in any way will be reported and dealt with.
Editing: Myself.
Publication Date: 03-11-2015

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Dedication:
To my readers for supporting me so much. Couldn't do this without you guys. (well...I could...but I probably wouldn't be NEARLY as motivated. cX) Z