One of us did it.

out, "Boom!" Someone claps into my ears. My heart flies out of my chest, I start to breathe like an angina patient. I grab my chest trying to calm myself. Raising my head, I see Zack smiling like a

take our trays and proceed to our regular spot. As I'm about to sit, I see how cheerful Mattew and Alisyn are. It is as though nothin

d for my birthday party tomorrow..." Za

ne of us is lying.' "And how is that consider

k for about three years now, and I still get surprised whenever he reveals those little things that define him. I smile and place my

mumble ap

ow a party without the famou

mirked face. I follow his gaze and it lands on Jeremy, who is seriously reading a bo

n't." That is supposed to be a warning, but Zack does not see

can only hope and pray he doesn't get hurt. I make a slight turn, spying as Zack si

caused it. I am not planning on earning her trust, as a matter of fact, I want to give her all the space she needs. I blame my mom for making me come back here. A town where everyone sees me as a murderer. A town where I can never be accepted. A town where my friends now see me like the enemy. I'm sitting all by myself in the cafeteria, reading A good gi

ther quietly for a few seconds, and that is when I notice how smooth his skin is. And I also noti

d all of a sudden he seems familiar. Freeman...Freeman... The name keeps pounding in my he

u already know t

ight? Can...can

glance at Anna and see her peeking. Our eyes slam together, a

my arms on my chest and lean

asygoing, free-minded, and joyful person. I scratch my head, thinking if it's

. I look away. I'm not too surprised because I was expect

pretty obvious

m...what

u want now?" I can tell how tense Anna is, probably

viting you over to the party. And trust me, it's a great way to blend in." I can understand why he feels t

about it," I say w

leaving. Not even an atom of fear is found around his eyes. He speaks as if I'm a normal guy and as If

ow stupid that was. He takes his seat, but I say nothing to him, I think the kind of

"Are you crazy? W

nk this is a joke. Someone died! The just guy took someone's life without blinking an

u need to stay away from him," I advise him. With Jeremy around, all I can think of is history repeating itself. It might be that I'm over-ge

rlor, where Charity works. I'm too scared to

ith decorations to a family of three. Suddenly, my stomach started to move. "There's yours. Extra creamy for a sweet-creamy boy." She ruffles the little boy's hair, who seems to be around four or five

home, and Zack is too busy plannin

ows. "Forget it." She waves at her face. "You promise

d." I remove her finger fro

ise." She

Charity as an unfortunate child. Just because she works here doesn't make her unfortunate. Charity graduated from high school two years ago, and she had always wanted to go to Oxford, but she had been rejected twice now. I wish she could just apply to any other college, where she can get in easily and nobody will get to call her unfortunate. An hour later, Charity comes to me. She

y, feeling every melt of st

you planning to

It's not possible that a day can pass by without getting a glimpse of his glossy hair or his precious motorcycle that is probably park

ny joke," she says

?" I ask, digging the sc

es are going to hold, especiall

hands on her chest. "Okay. I didn't break the rules though, but he has grown so tall. And guess wh

forehead. "How many times will I tell

rsion of Harry Potter has long dark hair, heart-shaped

escription of a j

both laugh. "But he would

Mirage. Even though Charity had already informed our parents that I am with her, I still have a feeling that I'm

his mom cheering their glasses at the dining. How can he be okay after what he did? Five years isn't enough for taking somebody's li

ford seated in the dining room, with his fingers locked on the table and his face grumpy, real grumpy.