My legal name is Bryce Lowell Jenkins. I am eighteen-years-old. . .

Heather was getting ready to go out to a dance with her friends. . .

Kit ran to the tall oak tree in his backyard. . .

Sarita awoke with a start. She tried to sit up but a wave of nausea hit her hard. . .

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Dear Jessi. . .

You saw, huh. . .

It was an exceptionally hot July evening when she crashed into my life. . .

Did you discover me hiding...

The pain of loneliness...