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K OSKIA L AWYERSON You packed your last two bags, The taxi's round the bend. You used to laugh out loud, But you can't remember when, You lost your lies, ...

Chris |Group A She shook her head in disbelief, the man (her goddamn father, apparently) tightening his face in recognition of his own words. Blue's face reddened in the light, ...

Lou |Group B No one talked to me. I sat on the rock anchored in the sand until it felt like my ass was connected. I gazed out at the ...

Chris |Group A A little late, but here it is. :] "Blue, I–" I pushed my tongue into the side of my cheek. I scratched the back of my head, ...

Chris |Group A Ezzie left the room suddenly, rushing out of the cabin. I looked at the dented can in my hand, spewing putrid fumes. I scrunched up my nose. ...

Lou |Group B We'd been flying for about an hour. My Beats blasted Vanilla Ice in my ear, and I lounged into the seat back. I scrolled through my playlist. ...

Chris |Group A I read the note twice more. NOW SHE'S MINE. I couldn't get over it. It seemed like the melodramatic, unnecessary flourish of someone desperate, maybe whose evil ...

Chris My head cocked itself sideways, and I swore I heard my name. "Chris! Chris !" I heard, far away. I almost didn't catch the words. The voice was meek, ...

K OSKIA L AWYERSON I slip through the revolving doors of my apartment building, squeezing past dozens of men in ties and women always dragging a scrunch-faced toddler or two ...

Chris My brain hurt. Maybe it was the gash above my ear, but I swore it was my brain. When we got to the clearing where Blue had disappeared, everyone ...

Chris I woke up covered in blood. The ground was flooded with it, and my football jacket was sticky with it. I could see the letter bleeding down the front. ...

Chris Day 4. The radio was dead. That's what Tweed Shorts said, at least. He said his dad was a communications officer in the army, and knew everything there was ...

Chris Sunlight bled through my eyelids, and a slight breeze grazed my face. I felt a tug at my fingers. I shifted, feeling someone's back pressed up against my front. ...

Chris " Pete ." The voice sounded like it came from a million miles away. My eyes focused slowly. I saw her familiar face and ringleted blonde hair, her icy ...

Chris Harold found the cockpit; I guess it was a good thing to've brought him along. I didn't mind too much. He seemed like a smart ass, but then again, ...