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13 - How About That
SareeOhh to be a teenager! Next update will be Thursday.
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Flying Death 15 - Circus
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Flying Death 16 - Labels
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I blow out a hard breath as I kick some rocks in the driveway. He’s not coming. I already know it. “Honey? You're still here,” I hear, as my mom trots out the front door in her robe, looking mildly crazy with bedhair I don't want to even think about. “I can call Hector to come get me but he may already be at school. I can’t believe Punch is gonna make me late for my first day,” I whine, knowing fully well mom would go off. She’d taken the step of calling him last night to confirm, letting him know it wasn’t up for negotiation. We were BOTH going to school, together. So he was definitely doing this on purpose. Low, even for him I felt. Just as mom put her hand on my shoulder the rumble of a motorcycle came to life in the distance. On purpose. Late. Deliberate! Sure enough Punch pulls into the driveway a minute later. No backpack, no nothing. Just his leather Flying Death vest and a black hoodie underneath it. In January, in two degrees. No real coat, ho
Flying Death 17 - Unravelled
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Flying Death 18 - Lock Down
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Flying Death 19 - Sleepover
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Flying Death 20 - Sick
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Flying Death 21 - Oh, Hello
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