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A stiff wind blew through the city square, ruffling my hair and chilling me to the bone. The crowd that was assembled around me was somber and si..

Two years later… I rolled the cramps out of my neck and stretched, the blazing sun burning my face. I took my sunglasses off and wip..

Connor and I leapt to our feet at the news. Instinctively, my head whipped around to where the shoreline was, and my eyes widened. A large, dark,..

“Kiley, wake up.” My mom’s voice broke through my sleep “The storm’s passed.” I blinked and sat up, stret..

The seven-year-old boy lay on his stomach in the warm grass, his head resting on his palms and his small feet kicking in the air as he intently wat..

We meet Riley, and she meets Ben.

I muttered darkly under my breath as I reluctantly jogged out of the school grounds. Let’s just say I was not having a very pleasant day. I ..

I plopped down heavily at my lunch table, groaning from the long day of school. A few ‘hellos’ from my friends were thrown my way, an..

Ben's normal home-life.