Danger Scale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Scott is a teen with the ability to measure how “dangerous” people are on a scale of 1 to 10 just by looking at them. Ex. a normal child would be a 1, while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7.

Submitted: June 08, 2016

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Submitted: June 08, 2016



Five. I thought to myself as I passed my friend Jesse in the hall. I briefly made eye contact with the principal and chuckled; One.

“Scott!” Someone yelled from behind me. Turning, I saw Madi sprinting toward me. “Have you met the new girl yet? She’s so sweet! You’d love her!”

Seven. I reminded myself. Though she seemed delicate, Madi could turn pretty scary if you got on her bad side. “No, I haven’t.”

“Oh. My. God! Come on, we’re going to meet her. I bet she’s out by the gardens, she really likes it there.” she told me, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the crowded hallway. Once we were outside, she turned to me and whispered, “Oh, don’t mention the whole ‘danger scale’ thing, okay? I think you might have a real shot with this girl.” I just smiled as she added, “Besides, I’m sure she won’t be above a two. Seriously, she’s a frickin’ rose.”

We quickly approached the outer edge of the gardens and I saw a figure bent down by the carnations. Madi called out to her and ran over, releasing her hold on me. As the girl turned, she looked me in the eyes. Fear crept over me as her number registered in my head. A rose, huh? Well, all roses have thorns.

“So, whaddya think?” Madi asked, tearing me from my thoughts.

My mouth opened and the words spilled out against my will, causing Madi to gasp and the girl to blush, “She’s a ten.”


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