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They feel I'm losing my way, But how can I lose, What I never had? I'm the prodigal son, One that's never coming back home. I've chosen my own path, And even though you call me lost, I have found my way. Why can't you accept that? Why do you always try to change me? Cain McCarthy, The Lost Boy Brianna's POV

by choice. Young Phoebe huddles in the corner crying as a male and female shout from outside the door. The words are muffled from tears or fear, but there’s no denying what they are saying from a few simple words. Bible verses. Phoebe and I are pulled apart. Her venomous glare burns through me. “They can’t save you,” she hisses. Greyson quickly adds, “Don’t keep me waiting, Ashes,” before they disappear down the street leaving the three of us stranded in the alley.

"I'm fine. I just tripped. Please don't blame Preston for it." That single sentence only served to deepen their resentment toward me. "How could you be so vicious, Preston?" Sophie said, looking at me with pure disappointment. "You've really disappointed me." I ignored them. One by one, I picked up the apples and ate them. When I was done, I turned to them and calmly said, "I'm done. Can I leave now?" Everyone was surprised. They had never expected someone who always bowed his head to turn resolute.

“And don’t just waltz inta town, actin’ like everythin’ is fine and dandy, okay? Keep everythin’ on the downlow.” “I’m not a fucking idiot,” Jon snapped, his legs already striding back to his place beside Zoe. The atmosphere was abuzz, loud chatters drowning out the old man’s weak voice as Jon slipped back into the crowd. “Coulda fooled me, kid. Coulda fooled me,” Booker laughed, the raspy chuckle petering into a chesty cough before the line disconnected. Jon stared at the phone, irritatedly shaking his head as he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I think I'm going to take another walk around the neighborhood. Seeing someone who's sick. Not only poverty, but everything, you know? Someone who wants to give up. So she'll steal without a problem. When we have nothing to lose, we don't care what you're going to gain either.” "That's it," I agreed out loud. "You're too smart, Leo. You need to use this to your advantage. You know you would win the easy world if you had the opportunity. You have to go after it the way you really can.” Leo agreed, and a moment later, the uproar of the drunk young people got too high for us to stay there, so he took me back towards the alley. At that moment, some boys were leaving the house and passed us with

he coughed, “with a cigarette for a god.” The boy—no older than me—hung like a broken syllable. Soot painted his face into someone I didn’t want to know. The hand that still held a lighter was burned where the metal had taught him what devotion costs. We got them out: horses heaving, boy coughing into my sleeve, Jason swaying once on his feet and then deciding the ground would not get the satisfaction. Outside, rain began—not sky rain, but bucket rain. The line found us. Lyra appeared like a curse and a reward. She took the colt’s rope and slapped my face with her eyes until I remembered my lungs.

"That's what you call euphemism, right C? That girl wants some dick, and she wants it ten minutes ago." "So you're saying I got a shot?" asked Jay. "I'm telling Sylvia you said that." "If Sylvia could see that, she'd be more disappointed if I didn't at least try," he quipped. "What do you think that back tattoo says?" Roddy squinted, then shrugged it off. "I'll check it out tonight while I'm... you know, never mind. Too crude, even for me." "Whoa, hey, where are you going?" demanded Jacqui. But I wasn't waiting to explain myself. There wasn't any explanation I could give. I walked up to the bar, leaving a quartet of gaping friends in my wake.

An inspiring quote once said, 'when we think that all is really lost, when all is dire and just bleak, there is another hope rising again'. "I'm so worried here! Stop acting like a child for once! Your grandfather died and everyone thought it was you. But, there are still some people like me and Sebastian who believe in you. So, please. Please. Talk to us. ." Yet, even with that outburst from his wife, Dionysus still acted like insanity had consumed him. Zoey could only sob again.

"A guy needs somebody―to be near him. A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody. Don't make no difference who the guy is, long's he's with you." ———————————————————————- The lights are turned back on and everyone's eyes take a moment to adjust looking up at the teacher "Okay class, what did you learn from the movie?" She asked and Sophie has to wipe the tears from her eyes raising her hand hearing a bunch of murmurs in the back "Yes, Ms Ortiz?" The teacher says with a smile "Jesus, Why Don't you leave the questions for the other kids in the class you freak." Cindy, Britney's hound dog says and for a moment Sophie feels dejected and she puts her hand down.

she sniffed, her anger dampened by a tide of heavy loneliness, “s-stop saying that.” Bob pushed back from the ice, folding his arms. “Come on. It’s true. Sorry princess, ya gotta grow up an face the facts sometime, right? First off, there’s Timmy Johnson, livin right at the end of South Street? He’s a pain. All he does is complain that Daddy beats him when he’s drunk cause poor Timmy likes to write poetry, which makes Daddy worried he’s a fag, so he tries to beat the gay out of him every now an then . . . ” “S-stop it, stop it . . . ”