WhiteSpace: Season One (Episodes 1-6 of the sci-fi horror serial)
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Authors: Sean Platt,David Wright
Tags: #science fiction, #horror
CHAPTER 1 — Milo Anderson Part 1
CHAPTER 4 — Milo Anderson Part 2
CHAPTER 6 — Cassidy Hughes Part 1
CHAPTER 9 — Cassidy Hughes Part 2
Cassidy Hughes (AGE 10) Part 1
CHAPTER 2 — Brock Houser Part 1
CHAPTER 3 — Milo Anderson Part 1
CHAPTER 4 — Alex Heller Part 1
CHAPTER 5 — Cassidy Hughes Part 2
CHAPTER 8 — Milo Anderson Part 2
CHAPTER 9 — Cassidy Hughes Part 3
CHAPTER 1 — Brock Houser Part I
CHAPTER 3 — Cassidy Hughes Part 1
CHAPTER 5 — Brock Houser Part 2
CHAPTER 6 — Cassidy Hughes Part 2
CHAPTER 8 — Milo Anderson Part 1
CHAPTER 9 — Brock Houser Part 3
CHAPTER 10 — Milo Anderson Part 2
CHAPTER 1 — Milo Anderson Part 1 (age 12)
CHAPTER 2 — Alex Heller Part 1
CHAPTER 4 — Milo Anderson Part 2
CHAPTER 7 — Alex Heller Part 2
CHAPTER 10 — Milo Anderson Part 3
CHAPTER 1 — Jon Conway Part 1 (age 13)
CHAPTER 2 — Brock Houser Part 1
CHAPTER 9 — Brock Houser Part 2
CHAPTER 4 — Milo Anderson Part 1
CHAPTER 7 — Milo Anderson Part 2
CHAPTER 9 — Sarah Hughes Part 2
Sneak Peek — Yesterday's Gone: Season Three
YESTERDAY'S GONE — THE FIRST CHAPTER
FORNEVERMORE — THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS
DARK CROSSINGS: Short stories. Killer Endings.
WhiteSpace: Season One
Episodes 1-6
PLUS…
AN EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK OF
Yesterday’s Gone: Season Three
Plus
The first 2 chapters of ForNevermore: Episode 1
The first chapter of Yesterday’s Gone: Episode 1
by Sean Platt &
David Wright
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CHAPTER 1 — Milo Anderson Part 1
In the not too distant future…
Hamilton Island K-12
Hamilton Island, Washington
Friday
September 1
7:15 a.m.
Where in the hell is Mr. Heller?
Milo glanced at the clock, again. It wasn’t like the teacher to be late. And while the rest of Mr. Roger Heller’s 11th grade English Literature & Composition class were clearly enjoying their few moments of unexpected free time, Milo wanted it to end immediately since Manny wouldn’t shut the hell up.
“So, are you gonna do it? Are you?” Manny asked for the third time.
Milo turned to his right, where Katie and Jessica were talking a mile a minute in front of Jessica’s desk two rows over, to make sure they hadn’t heard, then turned back to his left, where Manny sat like a big, stupid dog that didn’t know how far the sound of his barking carried.
“Shut up,” Milo whispered. “I already said I don’t wanna talk about it, especially not here.”
“What?” Manny said, again, even louder. “They can’t hear me.” He leaned toward Milo, but didn’t lower his voice. “So are ya’ gonna ask her, or not?”
“I don’t know,” Milo whispered, wishing Manny would drop it. He never should have said anything to Manny or Alex when they were hanging out in front of the school before the first bell.
The moment that Manny heard a tasty bit of gossip, he was all over it, and wouldn’t let it go until he’d talked over every little detail. Sometimes, Manny seemed more like a girl in that aspect than the girls they hung out with.
At least Manny had the smarts to stop yammering when Jessica and Katie joined them under the flagpole. But now that they were in class, Manny wouldn’t, or couldn’t, shut up, despite the fact that Jessica, the subject of this particular piece of gossip, was just two rows away from them.
“But it’s perfect timing!” Manny insisted. “It’s her birthday. She can’t turn you down on her birthday! That’s like socially illegal.”
Milo turned again, praying the girls hadn’t overheard the word “birthday.” If they had, then everything would be doomed.
Tomorrow was Jessica’s 17th birthday, and everyone was getting together at Milo’s house for a surprise party for her. Not a large party, just their immediate circle of friends — himself, Manny, Jessica, Alex, and Katie.
Milo planned to finally reveal his true feelings for Jessica — feelings he’d harbored in secret for at least four years.
The only reason Milo had even asked the guys for their advice, and divulged his secret, was because Alex’s girlfriend, Katie, was best friends with Jessica. Surely, Katie would’ve said something if she knew how Jessica felt.
“I don’t know,” Alex had said. “Katie’s never said anything one way or another. But I say go for it. I’ve seen the way Jessica looks at you. And she’s always asking what you’re up to.”
“Really? Why the hell didn’t you tell me before?” Milo asked, playfully shoving his best friend. “How long has this been going on?”
“Just recently,” Alex said. “I think a better question is why didn’t
you
tell me
you were into Jessica until now?”
“Yeah, what the hell, man?” Manny said, trying to be part of a conversation that didn’t really need him. From that moment on, the big dork had focused on nothing but Milo and Jessica. Milo practically expected him to start singing, “Milo and Jessica sitting in a tree…”
The girls had arrived a few minutes later, and the conversation had died... until Manny started up after they got to class.
“I say go for it,” Manny said. “I agree with Alex. Jessica wants you.”
Milo turned, praying she hadn’t heard her name mentioned.
Katie and Jessica were looking at him and whispering. Jessica giggled, and Milo looked down as if studying the carving on his desk. It said, “
God can see you,”
and looked like it had been there forever.
Manny laughed, “They’re talking about you.”
“Shut up,” Milo whispered again, wondering if they were, and feeling his face turn red. Maybe Alex said something to Jessica when she was walking with him to his first class.
Shit, I knew I shouldn’t of said anything.
Milo grabbed his cell and texted Alex, hoping he’d left his phone on vibrate, rather than ringtone.
“Did u tell Katie abt me likin Jess?” he texted.
A full minute passed, then:
“No y?” Alex texted back.
“No rsn. Where’s ur dad? He’s late.”
“Dunno hvnt sn him. He left early. shld b thr.”
Mr. Heller was Alex’s dad, and he was never this late. Usually, he was in class an hour before the school doors opened, which was why Alex usually walked to school or caught a ride with Katie on the days her mom let her drive the car they shared. At least that’s the reason Alex gave for not coming in with his dad.
Milo suspected something else, however; that Alex was embarrassed by his dad. As cool and laid back as Alex was, Mr. Heller was nerdy, straight-laced, and talked like someone from one of those old TV shows with the big happy, and thoroughly unrealistic, families. The girls flirted with Mr. Heller and the guys pretended to care about his lectures, and Mr. Heller was too oblivious to see they were messing with him. Despite the heckling, students generally seemed to like him, though. He was lenient, not prone to mood swings like many of the teachers, and you’d have to be an idiot to get anything less than a “B” in his class.
Mr. Heller was dorky, clueless, and wore clothes about 15 years out of style.
But Mr. Heller was never late.
Milo hoped they didn’t have a substitute. Subs always gave them busy work. One of the cool things about Mr. Heller, and the reason the kids probably liked him most, was that Mr. Heller spent at least half the class talking. And it was the kind of talking which he never quizzed students on, so you could catch a few Z’s, which made the class Milo’s favorite first period since Home Economics in 8th Grade.
The door to the classroom squeaked opened behind them, and the class fell silent, except for the sound of students rushing back to their desks and cracking open their books as if they were earnestly attempting to unlock the finer points of grammar.
Manny had his book open, but it was upside down. Milo laughed at his idiot friend and made a face, then gestured toward the book.
Manny looked down, eyes widened, then laughed and turned the book right side up.
Idiot.
Katie took her seat behind Manny, and gave Milo a suspicious look. Milo turned away quickly, feeling his face turn red again.
Alex did tell her! Or maybe she heard Manny Big Mouth.
Milo looked to his right to see if Jessica was also looking at him. But her eyes were up front, as was the attention of the rest of the class.
Mr. Heller sat his briefcase on the desk, then straightened his shirt, which was uncharacteristically wrinkled and half untucked, with one tail spilling down below his waist. He looked nervous, or . . . scared.