FABLE

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r, your stor

e chain, m

ck of the bus. Everything's tinted gold with soft fal

is to my right, watching the sea cliffs and fir trees roll by outside th

, because I feel the strongest déjà vu at this moment

t remember where we're going or w

y. She's standing in front of a chalkboard drawing the infinity symbol, tracing its curves and bends over and over. Some of the kids near the fr

me something wet and cold brushes my cheek. The sunlight sparkles off a stri

pping seaweed c

lifting his finger to

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Stinking, reddish-brown salty water pour

ter gushing from their mouths, seaweed and broken glass glinting in their

my ear. A scream is building up in the back of my throat. I sme

es, dust to –

es just befo

e beautiful boys

ched sheets tangled around my legs. The scre

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ough the tears. Images of that sunny morning on the bus flicker

rock band is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the mornin

ues for a good ten seconds before I realize that my phone

t to my bed and almost han

chipper for a school morning. I roll over onto my side, shutting

time i

s 7.

drive to school, but I still need to shower and g

ragging myself out of bed, struggling to keep my eyes open. I

's voice softens. "Was

c is parked dangerously close to the flowerbed. One more inch and he'll flatten my mom's beloved Iceb

shling?" Zee

se the curtains. "I sa

quiet for

e down

ays. "Just ta