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[ xX;; ♥ ;;Xx ] I know what I have to do. I know it's right. And you told me it has to be the one. Well... I think I might know who he is..

Chapter One .::♫&♥::. 　 I want to die; why am I living? If I was to do it over, Would I still be bleeding for no reas..

Chapter Two .::♫&♥::. 　 I sat on my front porch, strawberry bangs in my eyes. I was constantly moving them out of my ..

Chapter Three .::♫&♥::. 　 Have you ever gotten the creepy feeling someone is watching you? But the thing is you know th..

Chapter Four .::♫&♥::. 　 It wasn’t long until it was the last week of school. Final test reviews, standardized te..

Chapter Five .::♫&♥::. 　 She was a down right b***h. From the moment I saw her I did not like her. Haylee Johnson; the ..

Chapter Six .::♫&♥::. 　　 I walked back into my house after the morning class of Driver’s Ed. I was extre..

Chapter Seven .::♫&♥::. 　　 “Ahh! James! No!” Kaitlin Fitzgerald, one of the viola players in the v..

Chapter Eight .::♫&♥::. 　 My phone went off a week later as I was sleeping. I sat up, waking up from a bizarre dream...

Chapter Nine .::♫&♥::. 　 “I can’t believe it’s the first day of school again,” Brian said as ..