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The room snapped into place, holding their fists in front of them and not moving a muscle.
The blue Ford Explorer made its way through the rain.
As the light turned green, a rush of panic filled Colin.
“Wait!” Alice had barely moved an inch before slamming on the brakes.
“What!” A car flew through the light, colliding with one of the oncoming vehicles. “Holy crap!” Alice stared at the wreck a moment before turning her eyes on Colin, “How…”
“I saw him,” Colin lied. How could he have seen anything in the down pour? She still stared, not really believing him. “We should go help.” Colin opened his door and walked out into the rain
“Want a ride?”
“Thanks.”
They rode in silence until Colin’s house came into view.
I’m sixteen, I don’t (need?) you to hold my hand.”
Tomorrow will be our first show and we've got a song and a half charted. Still some rough spots, but Hendry High only has a half of their first song charted.
It was nearly three in the morning when Colin drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Was she actually being nice, something she rarely ever displayed to Colin.
“Holy hell!” the cut grew together in an instant, leaving no sign of ever being there.
He thought of the girl from yesterday, he wound had sealed up after Colin placed his hand on it.
Very little talking happened in this class.
They hurried into the uniform room and collected there’s before the Tri-Hags came in.
“Of course,” she didn’t event think about it.
“Because you need to know, you’ve been denying yourself for along time.”
He white wall cracked down the middle; light shown through, pulsing with silent tranquility.
The screams and yells from below were unheard from the rushing wind and grinding earth.
I see now, that you are far to enshrouded in light to be of any use to me. Thus, you must be disposed of.
Colin rolled off the side of the tall asphalt pillar.
Air rushed by as the ground came closer.
Colin fell to his knees, wishing he had never made friends with them, wishing that he could have just been normal. Wishing Jared was alive.
Bertha pointed her short chubby finger; an old tree limb lifted from the forest floor, spiraled forth and pierced the witch. With a last, shuddering gasp, he hit the ground.
“You will be a great asset to my master,†came a clear, cold voice. Only one person Colin knew had a tone so void of emotion, Cassandra. The hood flickered like static on a television before her face took its place.
“Give me back my son.†The darkness shattered, lights flickered back on, the stars shone high above and the buildings returned to life. Two shadowed forms were coming forward. Colin moved closer, trying to see. As their feet came into light the scene faded to the White Room.
“Show some respect!” Cassandra struck his face
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