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Gavin pulls away from me quickly and I grab a spoon and open my yogurt. "Naudia. You are finally awake. Why didn't you come swim with me?" Grant asks. I glance over at Gavin who is grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet and back to Grant. “I just woke up. I barely had enough time to come down here to get a yogurt.” Grant rolls his eyes and laughs. “I think you are just to scared. I told dad to tell you not to be a scaredy puss. Apparently, he didn’t tell you that.” I scoff, laughing. “Actually, he did. I am not being a scaredy puss though; I just don’t want to swim right now.”

"Danger? I have not been in any danger. So why do you really hate me being here? I haven't done anything to you." "Seriously? You keep getting in the way of the workers. You walk around like there's no trouble around here. You almost got hit by a worker with a drywall sheet when you came in today and walked by the new dressing rooms. You almost got soaked by a bucket of paint when you went to grab one of the tables to set up for lunch. You bumped into a guy cutting a board, he could have gotten badly hurt, yet you just turned around and said sorry like if nothing bad could have happened. I hate having to do my job and babysit a careless child who has no idea she's in danger or putting others

Lightning exploded outside. The journal slipped from his hands. Falling open. And across the first page— written in large, hurried handwriting— was a warning. A warning written twenty years ago. A warning nobody was supposed to read. It said: If you're reading this, the island has returned. Run. To Be Continued...

There were no instructions at all. I grabbed the page to turn to the next one but paused when red letters started to fill the bottom of the page. "Warning not for souls. Do not use if soul is in control." I whispered. My heart dropped as more red letters popped up. "Book is not for soul use. Refer back to first page." I read alittle louder. I paled alittle as I closed the book. When I opened up the book It just had the regular warnings. 'Make sure you read this whole page before continuing' Was the first warning. I sighed and tried to not panic as I quickly read the page.

she teased. “Shut up,” I said, laughing. “You know I tell you everything.” She winked and left. I turned back to my computer. My phone buzzed again. Another anonymous message. My heart sank. > “I’ve been watching you.” Attached was a meme of a person with a set of cartoon eyes peeking through blinds. My skin crawled. What the fuck? This time, I didn’t wait. I dialed the police station Alex worked at and asked to be transferred to his desk.

– Telegraph – The Telegraph Manila’s Lost Boys: Why ARE so many young men failing to grow up… | Kate was amazed by this evidence of intelligent search algorithms. She heard the familiar chime of mail arriving in her inbox so she went over there to check. It was just another notification from Wattypad, headlined with the friendlier subject of “So-and-so wanted you to know.” They were updates on people’s stories, some of them by Kate’s friends. But she steered clear of all those fanfics and vampire-human romances. Kate felt like she had had enough romance to last a lifetime.