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The dawn " as breathtaking as it was, hues
reminiscent of rose and amber, cool air brisk in the lungs " was not welcome to
Nicolle. Returning hom..
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Elijah Beaumont opened his
eyes. His instincts told him that it was almost sunrise though no light came
through his windows. It was Monday morning; ..
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It was the sort of thing
Nicolle knew would be talked about for years to come; the Big Fight in the
Lunchroom. Once all of the students who wi..
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Nicolle looked back over her
first day as a Chess Club member and found herself unable to nail down how she
felt about it. True, Alyssa had given he..
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It wasn't an epiphany
explosion; it wasn't lightning across the sky, or a slap on the face; it wasn't
a scream, but a whisper... as soon as Dominic ..
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The memory returned to her:
Adam had just passed away and, unable to confront this horrific new reality,
Nicolle retreated to her bathroom to be alo..
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Death.
Nicolle placed her hand on the sycamore tree in front of
her. It was strong and old… not an easy tree to bring down. If she proved
..
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Nicolle met Timmy three years
ago, when they were freshmen. He’d moved to Maple Hill High school from
Maryland for reasons he’d told her..
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Rain on the window. The sound
of a fly roaming the room.
As morning had come rain clouds had followed, blocking
the glorious glow of sunrise and..
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Dominic was so afraid he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he
couldn’t scream; his fear shamed him and shocked him. How had it snuc..
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