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Part Two — Writing to Bella

Author: Abby
last update publish date: 2026-01-22 12:55:11

The rain stopped hours ago, but the apartment still smells faintly of wet pavement. I sit at my desk, my school bag tossed on the floor beside me, my notebook open. Zeus, the crack in the ceiling that looks like a lightning bolt, watches over me. I named him Zeus when I was six. Sometimes I think he listens better than anyone else.

I pick up my pencil and start, then stop. My hand hovers above the paper. What do I even say? Hi? Hello? My thoughts feel too loud, too messy for words. I glance at
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    Someone is shaking my shoulder.“Ethan. Wake up.”I groan and bury my face deeper into my sleeping bag. For half a second I forget where I am again. Then I hear birds. A lot of them. And the soft murmur of kids already outside.Jules pokes me harder.“If I’m awake, you’re awake.”I sit up slowly, hair a mess, hoodie twisted around my neck. My body feels stiff from sleeping on the ground. I stretch and my back cracks.“This is illegal,” I mumble.Jules grins. “You survived your first night in the wild.”I glance at my phone. 7:02 a.m.I rub my face and step outside the tent.The camp is already moving. Teachers are setting up folding tables. A few kids are brushing their teeth near a portable sink station. Someone is complaining loudly about the cold water.I spot Isabella almost immediately.She’s standing near Roxie, holding a toothbrush, hair tied into a loose ponytail. She looks tired but in a soft way, like she didn’t sleep much but didn’t mind it.She looks up and our eyes meet a

  • STEP CLOSER, MY STEP BROTHER    Part Twelve — After Everyone Sleeps

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  • STEP CLOSER, MY STEP BROTHER    Part Eleven — Two by Two

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