So he knows. Dax knows.
Tears trickle down my cheeks as I lie on my orange quilt, staring at the posters I taped to my ceiling.
He knows and he's not angry with me. He wants me to explain. But I can't explain. I have no explanation, no excuse. What if I went back in time and didn't do it?
I could offer to do that.
That would make it all right. They wouldn't be mad anymore. They'd just have to promise not to tell anyone. And they'd do that for me. Of course they would. They're my brothers and sisters. They love me.
They'd not tell if I asked. And I'll go get Cora and Errol back it isn't that hard. Then no one will be mad at me anymore. I'll just tell them I refuse to do anything I just want to do as I like they'll accept that.
They're the only friends I have. They have to.
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Devour
Teen FictionIn this dystopian reality, some people possess telekinetic powers which are both very useful, and very deadly, to society. To combat this, England contains and carefully raises and trains all humans with these 'mutant' powers. But there are some thi...
