It was Saturday, early still, as the light filtering through my curtains was faint across my room. I stunk like a bonfire, stale smoke from last night’s cliff party clinging to my hair and clothes. Everyone had been there – my best friend Natalia, her boyfriend Casper, my ex-boyfriend Sam (we won’t even go there) and about two dozen other friends from school – all trying to live summer to the fullest before school started again. I had slipped through the front door just before 3 a.m., late for my curfew and deliriously exhausted.
Something had pulled me kicking and screaming from my sleep. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew something was different; I could sense it. And then I heard it. Muffled… hidden… private… yet finding its...
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