Letting Go

After being brutally abused by her father and outcasted by her classmates, seventeen year old Keller Alvidas is glad and even relieved to spend her last year at Edge-of-The-World, the sleepy small town she grew up in. Everything changes when the Gabriels, a group of orphaned teenage boys arrives. They break all her rules about meeting new people but they too have secrets and when the truth comes out Keller has to decide wether to let go and save herself or to continue to be dragged through everything she wanted to run away from, all for one chance she might never get.

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4. Something Else

 Keller's P.O.V

I race down the corridor and look over my shoulder to find that no one was following me.I breathe a sigh of relief and turn around when I accidentally bump heads with someone. The force makes me drop my books and soon the floor is littered with loose papers with my scribbled writing all over it. I can hear a few giggles here and there.

"Ow, watch where you're going next time," I say grumpily. The bump on the head was not pleasant.

"Hey, you bumped into me," the person responds. I look up to see who this rude person was when I realize that I'm staring into the gray eyes of Josh McKenzie. The Josh McKenzie. I scowl up at him and I'm reminded of the years of teasing and him poking fun at me. It was not as frequent as other people's teasing but it was teasing all the same and I couldn't let that go. We stand up and he looks at my work before handing it back to me.

"You're a writer?" he asks. I respond with a nod.

"You should keep it up, you're pretty good,'' he says smilingly. What in the world was he trying to do? I give him one last frown and head off to my math class.

"Hey, slow down!" I hear over my shoulder. Maybe if you don't turn around he'll go back, I think to myself. No such luck.

"Hey,Keller!" Josh starts yelling now. If I don't turn around I'll seem like a complete jerk but if I do turn around then I'll have to talk to him. I decide to slow down.

Josh catches up to me, "Hey,why'd you walk away so quick? I thought we could talk and walk to math together.We have the same math class remember." He waved my timetable in the air.

"I didn't think you'd want to talk, we haven't talked in years," I respond, "and you don't have to wave my timetable in my face." I swipe away my timetable from his hand.

"Well, people change," he says cheerfully.

"Not that quickly,"I say under my breath. He seemed to have heard me and chuckled. What the heck is happening, I think confusedly, I didn't even say anything that funny.

We make it to room 307, Mrs.Simnon's math class, and I sit at the usual back of the class while Josh stays at the front. Beside him is one of the new kids, Ian, I think his name was and he waves at me from the front. Today really is something else, I think while being bored to death by Mrs.Simnon's monotone voice.

I scribble more lines of my story onto another piece loose paper while the teacher writes various math eqauations on the board. I'm very particular about my writing, I don't usually let other people see my stories because most of them are supernatural adventures and I'm already weird enough without people knowing what I write about. Imagine what people would think if they knew that I write about splitting souls and dances with monsters and the such.

"Pay attention back there, and I'm talking to you Keller," Mrs.Simnon's says to the back of the class and nobody snickers this time. I'm the only one currently passing in this class (and passing fantastically, might I add)  so I can acutally afford to not pay attention this one time.

Ian's P.O.V

So, that's the girl James wants to know. What was her name again? Keller, the teacher said. I pull my phone out and hide it in my desk. I'll text James her name. Right when I decide to hit send I start to get second thoughts. Wait, would sending that girl's name to my friend seem creepy? Yes, it really would, I thought. I frown, I already told him that I know her name. I guess he'll have to ask her himself  tomorrow. She seems shy but interesting. I take one more backwards glance. She's writing something down, definitely not today's lesson. That's when I notice her scar, long and white it's so clearly visible even from where I'm sitting but it makes her seem prettier for some reason. I turn my attention back to the board and I now realize why James wanted to know her name so much.

 

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