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ANDREA TAKEN
I awaken slowly. Purposefully slowly. Taking in as much information that I can without betraying my awareness. I knew I was crumpled against a chair. That the left side of my body was in ruin. That I was severely dehydrated, which meant I'd probably been unconscious for ages.I flutter my eyelids over slowly, mainly because the light hurt my eyes. And supported an immediate headache.The headache pounded so aggressively I couldn't stop the groan that escapes me. Someone breathlessly laughs as I blink for my eyes to adjust. I notice I was in a room. That the windows showed daylight. And that I wasn't alone.I didn't react when the black eyed male sat down across from me. I did however, freeze when I saw who sat down next to him.The boy showed me the same friendly smile he gave me at the airport.I straighten slightly, leveling him the most bored look I could muster, "I take it your names not Hayden then?"His smile widens, "Michael, actually." "How's the family, Michael?"This time
ANDREA BEGINNING
Saying your in-love with a certain time in the day sounds, at first, quite strange. But when the sun is still hidden behind the horizon, instead of darkness, the room becomes a light, almost silver darkness, echoing a deaf silence through my brain. It's this time, right before the sun greats the world, that I am eager for every single day. Today, I find myself savoring the loud silence more then normal, the prospects of the impending day weighing on me more than I'd care to admit. I was starting my new life today. It all I went very fast. A month ago, I was an honor student in one of the most prestigious schools in New York. It was the beginning of my senior year. Now, I was beginning the rest of my final year at school, in a forgotten town in Alaska. I suppose the targeted murder of both your parents and the rest of your remaining family will do that. The reality was, this was where I
ANDREA MEETING
I started with the leaves. Shaping them, creating the thick density of them when bunched together. Swirling them down into the trunks that support them. The sticks that hold them. The cover of the forest floor. I hadn't picked up a pencil since I arrived in this town a couple of days ago. It was too painful. But now, hidden behind the school building I had a clear view of the forest. Its dark green leaves sprouting from months of snow cover. The melted snow still coating the tips. I took one look and couldn't stop the itching sensation in my fingers. Honestly, it was a welcomed distraction. Everything here felt different, even the weight of the air. The students had all stared at me in every class I'd been in. Teachers were overly friendly, and to be frank, strange. No-one had bothe
ANDREA KITCHEN
My body feels heavy as I wake up the next day. Like very morning since my parents died, I'm awake before the sun, padding into my bathroom as the world is still. I cut directly to the shower, picking the crust from my eyes with each step. The knob is cold under my hand, but I twist it on anyway, waiting as it sputters to life. The water is overly warm but I sigh in relief as it washes over my face. I collect some in my mouth, swashing it around and let it spill down my chin. I tilt my head back and let the hot water warm my chest. Maybe the heat of it could help the heaviness I still felt there. I don't know how much time has past when I turn the water off. The bathroom has turned into a fog, even the windows are misted over. Unbothered, I shuffle out, keeping my towel close t
ANDREA WARMTH
Three hundred metres away from the main school building was a long, small building situated along the edge of the forest. It was significantly smaller then the school, with frosted windows, a mixture of wood and brick walls supporting a metal roof. Through the double window doors was a heated pool, twenty five meters in length. To my surprise, swimming was a mandatory Friday activity. I learned that it was more of a celebration for the end of a school week, an escape from the frosty Alaskan air. I had a managed to successfully avoid joining my cohort at the pool for the hour and a half before the end of of the school day. Yet, after they all cleared out, I found my legs taking me straight towards that small building. I didn't know if it was simply the frosty air, or the weight I felt pulsing down my chest whenever I thought about New
ANDREA CONFUSION
I walk into the house, still drenched, still pant-less. Do I care? Absolutely not. I'm thankful that no one seems to be home as I walk to my room.Andrea?" Christophe barges through my door just as I close it.So much for an empty house."Yeh?" I ask him."I," he begins then stops, "where are your pants?" I look down at my bare legs and shrug my shoulders."Doesn't matter," I look up at him to find him starring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly."What have you been doing?" He asks me tensely. His normal softness completely gone.I don't respond, instead, I shrug my top off and walk towards the bathroo
ANDREA TROUBLE
"Didn't see you at the pool yesterday," Brian bangs into the locker next to mine, a large smirk plastered on his face. "Um yeh," I say, slamming my locker door, "I went later." He gives me lopsided smile, "Shame, would've loved to see that ass in a swimsuit." I roll my eyes at him, "Looks like you'll have to wait." I turn away from him, shouldering my backpack to go home. He catches me, slipping his arm through mine, "What if I said I wouldn't need to wait long?" I was well aware how stupid we looked, walking down the hall arm in arm like he was giving me away at my wedding. There was something about his boyish grin that had me asking, "I would ask," I say, exaggerating every word, "What the hell you are on about?" I l
ANDREA JUMP
"Your kidding," I blurt. Brain cackles at my face. He's dragged me through the forest, then forced me to hike up a small hill. Eventually halting once we reached a peak, which overlooked a small area of water below. Basically a pond for ducks, in my opinion. I voice as much. Will, Dyl and four other boys whose names I learnt then forgot, look over at us. "It is not a pond," Brains huffs a laugh, "it's a small lake, that's extremely deep.""And you felt like telling me this because?" I'm acting dumb, but it's because I don't want to consider the truth."You're cliff diving with us Bec," he speaks slowly, like talking to a child, "it's perfectly safe, we do this a lot." I glare at him. "So we're cliff diving in clothes?" I ask, indicating to my sweater and tight jeans. The weather was still frosting. Spring was close, but not
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