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Malory and Kyle must participate in the annual April Fest production as the leading co-stars. If they can cooperate by the end of the production, their long records of uncivilized behaviour towards each other will be forgotten. 
Malory and Kyle attempt to cooperate, grabbing the opportunity to make a positive impact on their own future. In the process, they become entangled in the chaos of the other’s personal life. Malory learns of Kyle’s disturbing reality, and Kyle learns of Malory’s scarring past. Can these two brilliant but messy teens learn to rely on each other in the face of their silent battles?

Between The Lines

 A depressed Ron appears through our classroom doors and sits in his respective seat –the one just in front of mine. 


 Why am I uneasy? Have I gotten so accustomed to being annoyed by Kyle that his absence is strange? The silence is refreshing, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it but... but what? But what, Malory? 


 “Jeez,” I mutter. “What is up with him?” 


 Another day passes at Audrey Burkes and again, Davidson is absent. I should listen to the part of me saying to forget about him and keep enjoying the peace, but the bruise keeps reappearing in my mind. 


 “We had a biology assessment today, too,” Olivia frowns. “He missed it.” 


 I bite down on my chicken wing and rip the skin from the rest of the meat, chewing aggressively. “Strange...” I say, squinting. 


 The next day comes around, and still, there is no Kyle Davidson. Ron and I are in the middle of third period’s history class, and I can no longer handle the mystery. I stare at the back of Ron’s head as he slouches into his seat, sighing restlessly as the teacher speaks. I open my notebook to the back page and rip it out, scribbling a note and rolling it up to poke him on the shoulder with it. He reads, replies, and returns the page. 


 No replies to messages, nothing. –R 


 Don’t make me pass out with such gruesome thoughts –R 


 We have to do something about this –M 


 I don’t know. I don’t know what I can do about it. I spend the rest of the history class thinking and thinking... about what the hell I should do. Then the school bell brings me an idea. Our history teacher finishes up her lesson and leaves with a polite “Good morning, everyone,” and Ron swings around in his seat to face me. My mouth curls slowly into a huge Cheshire cat smile. Ron gets the chills. 


 “I can’t read your mind. Spill whatever’s going on in your head right now... that... look is making me nervous.” 


 There’s one person who I know for sure would be a complete pushover if I had to ask him to get any information at all on anything –especially if it was classified. 


A Dangerous Mission [1]