Naomi Knox is missing. I don't even f*cking know whether she's dead or alive. What I do know is that she's the air I need to breathe. She's my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood. And I'll do anything to find her. Anything. Even if it means the end for me. & & &
There's one word you don't utter at Prescott High, not unless you want them to own you. H.A.V.O.C. Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum. The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High. Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit. But senior year is going to
Turner Cambell jest dupkiem. Cholernie go nienawidzę. Ale jednocześnie nie mam go dość. Śpiewa jak anioł i pieprzy jak sam diabeł. Gdybym mogła, to uciekłabym gdzie pieprz rośnie, nie oglądając się nigdy za siebie, ponieważ prawdę mówiąc ten facet mógłby mnie wpędzić do grobu. * * * Naomi Knox jest
Um. Um. Um. Are you reading this? If you are, I need your help. I was at a party; I was running; I fell. And get this—this is the part you'll never believe—I fell down a rabbit hole. Like Alice in those old books. Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere. In those books, the
