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Description: Selene Fisher appears to be a perfectly normal teen. She's an odd ball, but a sweet girl who has problems like any other teen she knows -..
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![Chapter One](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
"I'm telling you, Kelly, he totally likes you. I can see it in his eyes," I say to my best friend, Kelly Richardson, over the phone. "How can you be ..
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![Chapter Two](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
"And finally, this is the library," I say to Daniel the next day. "I assume this is your favorite place out of the whole school," Daniel says as he l..
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![Chapter Three](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Dinner with my family is quite, um, unique. To say it's anything normal would be like saying a cat barks. I remain quiet throughout the meal. Daniel ..
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![Chapter Four](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I haven't seen or spoken to Daniel in three days. The first day I tried to get a hold of him almost every hour. The second day I called every three ..
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![Chapter Five](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
He must have heard me, because he looks up, shock clear in his eyes. I waste no time. I take off at a run, not caring that people are watching me. A..
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![Chapter Six](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Exactly one hour later, I am sitting in the back of our family's black SUV. I have my weapons laid out and ready. Two katanas are strapped to my bac..
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![Chapter Seven](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
"Come down from there, Daniel, and face me like a man!" I exclaim. A low, seductive chuckle rises from his throat. Shivers run down my spine. That ..
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![Chapter Eight](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
It's been three days, and I still have yet to get over the fact I killed Daniel. I didn't go to school Friday morning because of how exhausted I was..
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![Chapter Nine](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Storming through the back door, I make my way up to my father's study, knowing my mother will be there as well. Mama and Daddy look up, startled. "..
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